To Live Is Christ

Firstborn in the fear...frightened and frozen
Hidden from Heaven but still one of Gods chosen
Saturated in sorrow and sinking in shame
Scarecrows came strong until God struck the spark and set them to flames
For me 2 live is Christ and 2 die is gain

Surrounded by scoundrels...foul sewer mouth slaves
Still making a mad stand when too many are seated
Some strapped and chained to their chairs
Some too clueless to care
So foul and so fearful fools get scorned and scolded...folded like a flag and put away
Nevermind the cost I've gotta do it Gods way
Their threats like thunder always pass away
For me 2 live is Christ and 2 die is gain

So sad how this sick society has got sin down to a science
Invisible incisions made in bottomless hole brains
Cutting out the conscious and casting it astray
Preachers at the pulpits...most just trying to paid
Evil are their eyes that curse and captivate
Gangster goons and ghouls smoke green sticks and smoke their souls away
They laugh too loud at a true prophets peril and pain
For me 2 live is Christ and 2 die is gain

With a gun to my head...still God I do claim
Shiny steel to my throat...soon the silver cord gets severed blood spews.. I'm slain
I rise where I fall
As they get greeted and gagged at the gates of the grave
Agents of the afterlife come to take me away
For me 2 live is Christ and 2 die is gain
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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March 8, 2015 at 7:48 PM
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