Heaven's Key Not For Contest

It is like an imagination When eyes open in original nation Close in this word but phantom Close in this cruel and crook home Whose false falsifies brothers and sisters Into pirating neighbours’ labours Into dancing to drum of hatred Into dipping hands in blood Blood topples like control-less plane Blood streams like oil that emancipates from can Tighten the tether of sin And close the gate of the zion Religion preaches to the heart – Heart of lost soul and straighten the route Says prostrate your mind – prostrate your mind Prostrate your mind before your lord And hope is birthed Hope is birthed like a baby Depth down the heart Grows as the day goes by Gives sense of patient And longing for the real word And good deed is birthed Good deed is birthed like a rising in sun Sharpen as the day moves on Wash off the sin and you are an infant Who is not sinned before and present Rebuke evil ought to befall you Stimulate and hasten progress on your way Spiritual and natural you grow Religion, Patient, and Good deeds are lights, heaven’s key Not for contest.