What man
denies his great kingdom?
To see
darkness beneath him
Or does he
hate light, as it defeats him
They fight
hard to read him,
But he
sees nothing between them
Except
death,
He sees he
bleeds blood
Nowhere
near his skin,
My God it seems he bleeds them
His
fingers cut so deep in them
My God, he
squeezed so hard it seems he bleeds them
Who is
them?
Society,
politics and religion
Who is
them?
Men,
money, power, materialistic, and women
But oh yes
his the MAN son, look at his ambition
Not to
succeed remember its them he bleeds
He seized
to love, no love, his lost hope
INFACT his a lost hope
How can
you save death?
When death
is the one that saves him
Save your
hope and faith, and let fate disgrace and hate him
let the lord
himself take him
Ohh ohh but...
His not one for the mighty
Noo NOO his
nothing like we
He rather
suffer, burn in fire until he never exist
So IF you SLAP hands together and feel the sting
Tuck your fingers IN ONE ANOTHER
clinch palms and make ONE BI G JOINT WITH SKIN
Until it looks like ONE BIG TEN FINGERS FIST
LET the blood BURST VEIN POP OUT FROM YOUR FOREHEAD
Screw your face like they say in the streets
AND LET THE TEARS RUN DOWN UNTIL YOU LOOK LIKE A BEAST
FEEL LIKE A SLAVE AND THEN RELEASE
And SSSSSCCCCREEEAAAAAMMMM
I
Grida al SIGNORE
HAVE MERCY ON THEE
Attention: Please be advised none of the above material is intended to offend
anyone but a creative piece. Read at your discretion. (p.s google translator may
be required for meaning)
Thank you for reading: Ranga Zulu
