Out of the Weeds and Into the Desert For Forty Days.

Topography Master of this I try to now master my life I will map out these areas to avoid strife I go now into the ancient land With nothing but spear in hand All your possessions I demand Even from mountaintop evil deeds I saw Now in the swamp I see War is Law Mortuary Soldiers demand it even if spirits leave bodies Even if theirs need the lie in piles spread through out lobbies Purgatory Praying all my thoughts stay sane Praying I won't stay on this insane train. Praying the bullets miss my brain I need a way out Need faith without a doubt I need to ascend I need to amend