You say killing is a sin, and that cheaters never win.
Then why do you hide whats behind your mear words?
Speaking in tongues you spit every verse
you claim the children have to learn.
Stealing your so greedy you explain your pure meaning as you rape the needy.
You greedy son of a b***h
the doors are always open but before day of light there closed.
Your self worships taints your soul just a little bit longer staining it red.
I can place the biame on the feed.
Contant lying gives you no shame.
You speak of his name in vain.
Pad lock the truth for no one to know.
Money money more you need collecting the pay of strangers some may not even whorship the same god as thee.
Money money its all for the for feed.
You carry on with the taste of murcury in your system.
I being a non-believer, I see your little game your fixed tricks
In spinelss haze what will you throw apart and mend
with a less careful hand
you are no chosen one
your the forgotten son crying out
for love that never comes.
 A t e l i c E n i g m a · Mon Aug 31, 2009 @ 09:39pm · 0 Comments |
