Hands of time

The Devil in their pockets,
They hence forth doors
Where they’re un-welcomed to trade their life for a book
Filled with lies and murderous intention
Twisted realities where the truth is false
A simple question provokes the death penalty
Overwhelmed by rejection bewildered by disbelief,
With heavy sound of feet they approach with learned stealth
Caring for nothing but the heroin high.
I’m testifying.
Their prayed sins
Strive forgiveness
The others in temples of arrogance.
We have the truth
They proclaim as their foes tell differing stories.
We have the truth
They proclaim as their foes tell differing stories.
Read their books filled with insanity and conflict unnumbered
Then look into their junkie eyes.
Nothing I say will appease the Beast
Lurking behind the message of truth
Dripping evil for the tongue swiftly closing the door on the message of death
Desguised in light, a sighed relief
Passes my lips the beasts of the forest have been kept at bay.
Appease the beast!
Dripping evil for the tongue swiftly closing the door on the message of death
Desguised in light, a sighed relief
Passes my lips the beasts of the forest has been kept at bay
For at least one more day
Nothing I will say will appease the beast
Lurking behind the message of truth
Dripping evil for the tongue swiftly closing the door on the message of death.