I Am the Resurrection

I’m trying to be respectable by being undetectable, But my words are indefensible, It’s regrettable yet incredible, That I can’t see past the second hand, This isn’t how my life was planned, Another junkie for the damned, Another soul that’s slammed and scammed. You sit up in your fancy houses, With your 2.4 and trophy spouses, While I’m sleeping rough with dogs and louses, Pimps and hookers cutting ounces. Your judgement oozes from the street, It’s stench it drenches sickly sweet, Condemning me to taste defeat, At the hands of your sacred elite. I’ll burn your book and eat your apple, Sodomise Eve inside your chapel, Teach the truth while you all grapple, Amongst yourselves like a desperate rabble. Because I’m the truth of all your teachings. I’m the result of a millennial of preachings, The result of progress here I am, Look upon your modern man.