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Straight Talk Live (Something Wicked This way Cometh)
I shall kneel in tarry in remembrance of earthly immoralities
To kiss thy blessings at thy tiller of consecrated feet
Close my eyes to the thunder of earthy chaos arousing me to the last feast
of spiritual virginal sheets
Bless me to have forbearance as you sit to drink upon my chalice
To my right my Creator grants me the supremacy to eradicate discontent in the
madness of misperceptions and tongues wagging in discontent and malice
The sins of the flesh, eyes will be judged today not
Prayers for misguided souls is in your eyes, to offend for others cast not stones
Only graves lay burdens where only one soul in pine boxes rots alone
My Ajna have seen the beautiful coming of the Lord,
heard the trumpets in a distant faraway land
Seen the faces of weariness, the faithless, marching, yet so few
entered in its reincarnated stance
Savored the bitterness from the snakes’ mind
Counted the pairs as the Ark door opened, a new beginning after the Dove set his wings to fly
Have danced with the Devil on Mount of Temptation as ordained to test the benediction of my unrelent creed
Through the sands of time
Have planted wars and reaped the peace of its victory
And that is another Straight Talk Live For You
Something Wicked This Why Is Cometh. Please Keep Your Eyes Open Occurrences Are Happening Systematically
To kiss thy blessings at thy tiller of consecrated feet
Close my eyes to the thunder of earthy chaos arousing me to the last feast
of spiritual virginal sheets
Bless me to have forbearance as you sit to drink upon my chalice
To my right my Creator grants me the supremacy to eradicate discontent in the
madness of misperceptions and tongues wagging in discontent and malice
The sins of the flesh, eyes will be judged today not
Prayers for misguided souls is in your eyes, to offend for others cast not stones
Only graves lay burdens where only one soul in pine boxes rots alone
My Ajna have seen the beautiful coming of the Lord,
heard the trumpets in a distant faraway land
Seen the faces of weariness, the faithless, marching, yet so few
entered in its reincarnated stance
Savored the bitterness from the snakes’ mind
Counted the pairs as the Ark door opened, a new beginning after the Dove set his wings to fly
Have danced with the Devil on Mount of Temptation as ordained to test the benediction of my unrelent creed
Through the sands of time
Have planted wars and reaped the peace of its victory
And that is another Straight Talk Live For You
Something Wicked This Why Is Cometh. Please Keep Your Eyes Open Occurrences Are Happening Systematically
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