The Illuminati Cometh
I'm a hypocritical heretic
I speak of blasphemy
you don't like the way my words
take effect on thee
you give up
on all your preaching
think I'm beyond teaching
and that makes me wiser
The illuminated ones
why can't they see
I have already
been saved, by me
stop forcing me
into your lies
I might be a lunatic
well crazy is on the rise
with all my sweet verses
I reverse curses
drawn up for me, specifically
I once rode on the back
of the morning star
we lit up the sky
filled shadows with insight
somewhat of a minister
it's sinister to me
my ultimate sacrifice
so all shall worship freely
higher powered Nazis
if their heart starts to desire
I've been elevating
I know you can see
way down below
on your path far beneath
worship and pray
as I lay down for rest
I've already been here
I just haven't confessed
I've seen it before me
just have to recollect
It cost so much blood
to follow your dreams
lower drops my focus
until it is just biding
for the right moment
its coming, I sewed it
like the great thread weaver
that made me a believer
although truth is distorted
I can make it all clear
all those higher powers
controlling with fear
Copyright ©
Bj Fard | Year Posted 2012
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