You have only created what already is created
Even in your own individual thoughts, are those not your own threads of perception
you were created, but you didn't create yourself

I believe that our knowledge is given off of a foundational Creator
our mental data, given off from the original to you
like the strands of DNA, and how they have the same from their physical creator
But only less information is given and our limits come to being

that is what makes us who we are
what already is
what already was

or else, just give in to the idea that we are God
or that God is dead, perhaps never was alive

could we be formed from something like such?
Our source of life must come from life

Even in our sources of electricity, from that which is "not electricity"
you can still convert electricity from it
where electricity is found

energy cannot come from non energy
nor can life come from non life
however its synthesized, the pieces of consciousness must be found

(takes deep sigh with voice pitch going down)
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huhhhhhhhhhhhhhuhuhhhhhh­hhhhhhhhhhhh
hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhooooooooooooooooooo
ooooooooo­ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
wooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
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woah
woahhhhhhhhhhw­oahwoah

I'm singing a song from back in the old day
I'm singing the song of today
'Cuz time never changes with nothing unrevealed
No matter what they say, time is grey

I live in a society just as all the other ones
I live in the cultures of today,
Cuz time never changes  with nothing old or new
No matter what they say, time is grey

I'm calling on a God, the one from forever ago
I'm calling on the God of today
'*** God never changes, (while) traditions have their phases
No matter what they say, time is grey

I'm fighting a war that was fought many years before
I'm fighting the war of today
'Cuz war never changes, just a day with different faces
No matter what they say, time is grey

I'm dying a death, no surprise we'll all forget
I'm dying the death of today
'Cuz death never changes, with us stands be still
No matter what they say, time  is grey

I'm singing a song from back in the old day
I'm singing the song of today
'Cuz time never changes with nothing unrevealed
No matter what they say, time is grey

This is not mine!
THIS IS NOT MINE!
THIS IS NOT MY HOME!

your diamond ***
intense compaction and heat
clear like hash gum
red as a cherry until it pops bittersweet
the end is enough
but victory feels naught
years of blood I cough
and hate is what i'm taught.

Away from sane
Pleasures of pain
Try and keep the loose locks chained
Realities plane
From what we gain
Oh life is tamed
From heart to brain
Your name is bane
Now I’m the same
These maggots of shame
Express my frame
The life of death is but a game

The fowls in your lies
They **** out my eyes
Streaking fire harmonize
Along the lines of mental suicide
now lost in higher skies
Known like when a ghost dies
Inegligible melting wax
With a sea of philosophical facts
Tearing your nails for satisfaction
incomprehensible refractions
why try to grasp such fractions
to only destroy your foundation?
like narcotics and communication
or the vane abyss of dead relaxation

And when we die alone
We will reap what we have sown
and though we live like eternity
is promised to our destiny

mercy sky
mercy sky
mercy sky
mercy sky

it's not for all who know or see
but for those who ask for faith to believe

they are free
i don't own my iniquity
mercy sky
i'm not dead
i'm alive

mercy sky
mercy sky
mercy sky
mercy sky

Why would i back away when i got the whole universe offered to me?
My knowledge is blind
for this time
only
we are configned
to lies

I mean like...
i feel like God is telling me to do something right now.
But then i think of it.
Its probably just me.
I don't know
Maybe i should do it
Maybe i didn't do it
I hope it's not Him
Because im going to do some else first
Do i feel guilty about it?
No... not really
But i can't help it
If only i let myself not be lost
Since i don't do everything i know is the right thing to do
Stress is on me
Lust
Smoke a cigarette
Procrastinate
And rest
My obedience is a joke
I believe I'm in His mercy
But if i am
Its certainly not because of mine own will
So let's make sure that this ending is happy