-=A FireSide Production ft. Spoken=-
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Kinethic, Geno, Spoken
Standing Before A Trial by Men
Fire and Brimstone My Judge; My Jury
Sought No Path to Wallow the Walk
The Sinful Lines of Man's Thick Fury
Breath of Morn Brings Pointed Fingers
Through Shadowed Vallies In Justice's Place
The Symbol Ebroidered on my Chest
Exceeds the Need for Bearer's Face
Kinethic
Choking In The Morning Air, The Sun Almost As Blinding As Their Thoughts
My Unwillingly Conversion In Death, Chastised By Words Lost In The Wind -
Are Found In My Book Of Shadows And Bookmarked By A Scarlet Letter
In An Immortal Lie I Die Trying, Exposing The Three Dimensional Truth -
To A Million Eyes Wide Shut Behind Masks Of Their Own Faiths Possession
A Scapegoat Of False Hope Crucified Under Their Gods Own Justification -
I’m Sacrificed In Propaganda, To Each Vitruvian Man Marred By Ignorance
The Flames At My Feet And The Smell Of Flesh Seek The Burden Of Proof -
As Anguish Becomes Silent Mysticism Rested Upon A Conscious Of Euphoria...
My Body, My Sacred Temple, Smoldering In The Last Of Its Moon Cycles -
Construed Through The Simple Minds Of The Righteous, A Devils Martyr
My Ashes Commune With Nature, Rise And Descend Into The Heavens -
As Hells Flames Still Burn In The Eyes Of My Faultless Executioners -
And Yet My Soul Rests Peacefully On The Cross, In The Guise Of A Pentacle
A Myriad of Eyes upon Mine
Anxious for Impending Doom
Blood Pumps in Thumping Beats
Bloodlust Ambience Fills the Room
Their Stomachs Hungry for Cries of Clemency
or Breakdown of Prideful Demeanor
So to Enliven Sullen Situations
Would Find Pleasure in Reluctant Tremors
Geno
I’m crowded, my mind is within a meadow of graze, these people gracefully looking, peeping through the signs of death, it’s me that they’re staring, in a eye of lies for a reason to despise me, blood hungered folks can’t get enough…nah, you wont see my blood today, not today…as today I will stare back and smile, yes…smile…KILL HIM…KILL HIM…A chant…listen to them, screaming at the top of their lungs, it’s as though a breath taken away from me each time CHANTED, listen…LISTEN in the anger of their voices, with PAIN…was it really me to give them such pain for them to scream bloody mary, no…was it? Me…Kill who? Kill ME!!...
DIE!...DIE!! Let’s all see him die for what he did…Hang him, choke him, we don’t give a fuck…just kill him. Look at them, their eyes of hatred; oh it’s their eyes that will haunt me, the way they stare down at me like an animal, breathing hard…grasping each scent of air to steal my own.
I March towards the Wooden Scaffold,
As if it were an Ivory Palace
With Posture Raised and Lifted Chin
Such Grace Deserves No Malice
My March of Truth Has Spoken
Heard By Those With More Than Cries
I Face My Audience, They Cannot Bear
For Shame they lower their eyes
Spoken
Does my Blood Intice your instatible thirst
my gripes and pains brighten up your day
does the beat of my grinding teeth to
the tune of death move you from right to left..
does it help you breathe
any better watching me exhale my last breath
watching the steps to heaven unwind
i want to ascend but im scared
im hungry for elevation
yet its so hard to digest the stairs
you sit and watch a man put to death
yet it is my vision that is impaired
because this noose is gettin tighter around my neck
and every time i open my eyes
your still standing there
your lively hood screaming out to my souless body
die...Die....DIE!!!
my lifeless eyes stuck ajar my soul rises above the crowd surprisingly from a birds eye view..
i cant't decypher the living from the dead amongst the ground..can you?..
A Hallowed Ground, This Desecrate Peer;
With Words So Little and Few
My Neck Positioned, the Crowd Awaits;
A Tear of Joy Adds to Morning Dew
Reborn Thru Justice
Symbol Formed From Lifeless Corps
Such High Esteem for Crucifixion
Now Praise to Martyr's Remorse
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