The Sacrilegious Scorn

Have I not been too long in your
shadows of invention and creation?
As I rightfully behold the flesh, fear of the
conscious mind will have you facing away.

My word and world holds ground and is real!
Your world is like floods of poisoned water,
a language spoken with spit from different tongues.

It all seems like an eternity
This battle between us two.
Good and evil, me and you!

Time has come to step up and
take back what you took from me.

My word and world holds ground and is real!
Your world is like floods of poisoned water,
a language spoken with spit from different tongues.
You can never corrupt me again!

Time has come to step up and
take back what you took from me.
Time has come to step up and
take back what you took from me.
You can never corrupt me again!

I protect every man guilty of sin,
the ultimate sin being me.

The vapor from the plague that
infested my mind, body and soul
obscured my view from wisdom.

The mist that had me
wonder in resentment cleared
and troubles me no more.

Have I not been too long in your
shadows of invention and creation?
As I rightfully behold the flesh, fear of the
conscious mind will have you facing away.