Listen

listen
This is my life blood
mixing in with these scriptures
providing the pictures
of serpents leading church
in inscriptions
deceptive descriptions
of a hidden past
masked in encryption
that package our souls
in mind control and then
entrap us in prisons
make us feed on hollow dreams
and then smack us
for wishin
an act of provision
that keeps us from
clockin math on the systems
they want us to multiply
so they can have their division
and that's where i fit in
laughing as the last of the prisms
an awkward view that shines
through from unnatural position
spittin a bastard religion
as I father the last
sons of perdition
words flowing from my life
in the ancient tongues of the missing
while the taste of my ego
screamed that I alone am the vision
when in reality I heed
that I alone am the friction
and I am only ever alone
because I hold indecision
and I am never alone
because you all are my wisdom
we all become the path
that leads us through the predictions
so i’ll kiss you on your eyes
tell me your soul
and I’ll listen