I was under Lucifer's command,
It feels free until the quick sand,
of boozing and the drug taking,
and of little morals that remain

He promised me, sweet whispers
I'll become a  new born Nephilim,
As I realized my life was destroyed,
was my less whole bull-crap of story.

His own commanders of one here,
A Virus I cannot rid myself of tears,
Awoken Jesus's  now re-appearance
and I realize now to face to the fears.

I said verbally horrible things
when I was very intoxicated
I take full responsibility,
But not of a Virus's.
You are not a child of Jesus's
but I am sorry for the children
who weep, I tosh to turn to sleep.
I hurt some of the of the innocent
and now God swallows me
until I can release from the deep.

If times turn black
and floating
as we see the white,
Are we heavenly sent
or to be judged first?

My mother,
on the first time,
of seeing the light,
she told me
of aboriginal girls,
leading her
to salvation.

Are we all
simply,
worshiping
the same God,
except
those pouring
money in the faith.

The Catholic gold mile,
as the kids shall whine,
Never-the-less,
God that they bless,
I'm so confused,
If the wine
is innocently meant.

Its not about humanity
Its not faced secondarily
Its God first we wish to worship
upon a ground we desecrated.

No-one here,
will know,
what I'm
going
on
about
here.

We need to burn all the cribs,
of the sudden black butterflies,
before they emerge into cries
and all of humanity's lies.

Was this ever a mirror,
showing off our bling?
Hear the angel sing,
and grab her clipped wings.

It was never about lust,
as the bread's dry crust,
it was simply pouring
and I needed a friend.

Screaming in a casserole
bolted down ***,
Demon and lover angels,
create the Nephilim.
Upon their birth,
they're on death row.....

Retaliation
to intimidation,
There is none exempted
A cause is fleeting.
Sailing ship sinking.

Under waves, are
the blacken cold eyes
once bones have
crackled, died
cooked through.

The hour of our death,
Angels, demons, humans
The Nephilim,
the mirror flips, rotates,
into the Abyss,
A black hole eternity
is a guarantee
for all who defies.

Holy ghost created the coast
the beauty of sun-swept lost,
Sun pops up like warm toast
burns like hands gripping rope.

There's been a demon raging
far too long gnawing at me,
I've held onto my sinful pride
lost the view of graceful trees.

Its not inside that lies a mystery,
Its the outside that determines,
if our eyes closed can finally open
and see the warmth of humanity.

If we can move past tunnel vision,
we can improve and open wide,
Not make irrational decisions
keep the door open, not sliding.

snow while flakes
in the passionate write,
that the mellow
snow seems to bring.

an angel wakes
from a dream she awakes
that the yellow
sky loves to sing.

She smells the bake
of nearby lovely cakes
and she swallows
what they will bring.

Slower.......

She's not focused on hate,
or the storm we create
or the waste of harrow
She flew off with her wings..........

snow while flakes
in the passionate write,
that the mellow
snow seems to bring.

an angel wakes
from a dream she awakes
that the yellow
sky loves to sing.

She smells the bake
of nearby lovely cakes
and she swallows
what they will bring.

Slower.......

She's not focused on hate,
or the storm we create
or the waste of harrow
She ***** off with her wings..........

I won't fear men whose hands cause pain
Or those that hunt the young like wolves,
For beneath the wings of my Lord is my shelter,
And He serves His justice a hundredfold.
I won't fear men whose abandon the weak
Or those that tear this body apart,
For my Savior promised He'd always be with me,
And someday, life in my new form will start.

Oh God, how long until my woes
Transfigure into peace?
Until the violent storms inside my skull
Will finally cease?
Until the gaping emptiness
I feel beneath my ribs
Is filled with warmth and joyousness?
That's all I plead You give!

Around me I see people full
With water, meat and wine.
I see them eat together --
Oh, how carefree they all dine!
When hunger hasn't gripped my gut,
I've gorged on rotten meat.
And when my throat has not been dry,
Vinegar's been my treat.

Please give me, Lord, a future hope
That isn't a mirage.
I look for peace, but pain attacks
In relentless barrage.
My spirit grumbles -- do take ear
And help my soul to thrive.
Mend this broke heart and give me strength
To want to be alive.

The ones with needle teeth that clamp themselves onto your brain,
Accusing with shrill voices 'till you've all but gone insane --
Succumb not to despair as you stare them right in the face.
Their threats are void of meaning to the one covered by grace.

The ones that have enslaved you to a thirst for toxic wells,
Guiding you as by leash, hunger consuming all your cells --
In desperation they wage war because their time is brief,
For they know that the Son of Man is coming like a thief.

The ones that feed and fester in the hearts of evil men,
Devouring the innocent and brooding in their den --
Their woeful fates in Heaven's scrolls have already been sealed,
For all the cruel shall soon be judged, and all the wounded healed.

The ones to which the Earth seems small clutched in their ****** hands,
Oppressing, stealing, killing, forming wicked schemes and plans --
Take heart, and rest your soul within the Shepherd's wings' caress!
Some day, even their knees will bow, and their tongues too confess.

Attempt they will to crush you, and to ***** our your faith's flame,
But see how legions of them cower when they hear His name!
Like roaches from the light they flee, His roar ceases their din.
The darkness trembles before Him, for in the end, we win.