I am Jesus, I am Nazareth, the holy book, scripture and ghost. I am a game of shadows, a king revoked of his throne, thrown penniless into the night. Beautiful, reckless and elegant I give no creedeance to those who declare wrong from right. I thrive in the center casting spells and insinuating foresight from my projected eloquence and esoteric insight. A compelling work of wisdom and sorcery, curdling your blood's common thread, a strand of DNA shared with all living and dead. A spooky terror of uncontrived epiphany, a silver lined pocket of edgeless mystery. Give in now and emancipate yourself from your subconscious's antiquated history.
Nov 9, 2012
Nov 9, 2012 at 5:48 PM UTC
I am Jesus, I am Nazareth, the holy book, scripture and ghost. I am a game of shadows, a king revoked of his throne, thrown penniless into the night. Beautiful, reckless and elegant I give no creedeance to those who declare wrong from right. I thrive in the center casting spells and insinuating foresight from my projected eloquence and esoteric insight. A compelling work of wisdom and sorcery, curdling your blood's common thread, a strand of DNA shared with all living and dead. A spooky terror of uncontrived epiphany, a silver lined pocket of edgeless mystery. Give in now and emancipate yourself from your subconscious's antiquated history.