They say a bullet holds the truth,

if that's true, than the trigger must be in God's hand.

Because blanks or misfires define the words of a man.

Aiming judgment upon a person with a hollow mind,

Releases like hot air from the chamber of a hollow nine.

Primitive motives of mankind are manipulated by a shady figure,

Footsteps followed by Lucifer as they pull the trigger.

Leaving an unforgivable impression, that rests against the skins complexion.

Mislead by the deception of misguided aggression or the never taught lessons.

Lessons, that passes truth to receptive ears.

But is unaware of the one who plays in the opposite position,

Because the opposition plays off of Satan's interception.

Transforming divine interventions into liquor confessions

That whisper during one night stand sessions.

Just to wake up the next morning in the front pew

Chained down in shackles at the gates of hell

Hoping we can capture love through a lustful view.

A view that's always satisfied with its own reflection

But reflects the ignorance of one's flesh

Because when Adam ate the apple, sin altered everyone’s perception.

So here’s a suggestion, better yet have you ever had the audacity to question?

If a man has faith is he standing on a foundation made out of quicksand?

Because the truth is, words that lack truth are never fit to stand.

God’s word was made to equip us all so we can understand.

Those without him don’t know the true meaning of love,

And lacks the seed that needs to be planted

Because knowledge of the truth is the root

For all the branches to bear fruit

And if that’s true, than the truth must be

Firmly gripped in the palms of God’s hands.