Gods Graffiti

Gods graffiti's on the wall and believers can read monsters massacre the messangers...but they can't enslave the free smooth stones gathered bring gruesome giants to their knees jeapordized in jungles of secret codes and sad confusion while the devil and his demons infiltrate the pure of heart and soul and vision dividing with division...evil always has an edge but they're blind to the invasion of the rich ones dressed in rags good shepherds dressed like wolves and soldiers of salvation on heavy metal hooves through sirens and screams and miles of misery... Gods graffiti's on the wall and believers they can read dark desire to disgust...ashes to ashes and dust to dust righteous roots or wicked weeds fast dollar pimps and players dying slow in soul disease bullets shot with ease...littering the land with psychopathic pleas hittin the wall...1000 miles an hour in every direction...can't even pay for protection still the devils a deceiver...a million thoughts become like twisters there's still jewels out in the junkyards...in the puzzle lives Gods peace see with supernatural eyes...look past lies and treachery once blind now i can see... Gods graffiti's on the wall and believers they can read anthony_beesley@yahoo.com