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I tell you a tale of boy who finds life.

In a way that’s designed for man to decline.

For murder liturgical, crucify God.

Punish him vertical. Watch stone slide aside.

Starts at a club, with the hustle, muscle rub.

Lust, add some trust, start calling it love.

Love and air rusts, oxidize does the dove.

Look on with mistrust, the same God above.

I’ll let him share the rest. He can speak from inside,

The best I can do is guess and derive.

Take it, my brother. Unlock what you hide.

You living or dying? The time has arrived.

See, I wanted my woman like a Catholic nun.

Fidelity to remedy the violent lung.

She remained lawful while I slipped the tongue.

Hypocrisy's cacophony, here's how it's sung.

The hunger it knocks. The shoulder-less tops.

The underwear drops. Still in our socks.

The thunder it rocks. She's over the top.

She's over it. Stop.

Begin the shameful saunter to the morning.

It's only a block. Asunder I walk.

I plunder the lock. Knock over the clock.

In slumber she balks. A wonder we talk.

I'm over it. Pop.

Can't take the painful slaughter of my mourning.

Chauvinist, hold a fist, and grabbed me a gun.

Popped a cap in beaches like Corona in the sun.

Stopped to ask facetious like “you thinkin’ I’m the one?”

Then dropped the act like Jesus Christ - a free man on the run.

Couple’s prime to trouble, crime.

Pardon the bargain, double the time.

20 years old, soul locked inside.

Cellmate: Shame, now she goes by Pride.

Inside pray to god like a pantomime.

Fingers align and point at the sky.

Multiply loaves and water to wine.

Walls divide and I’m drunk on my mind.

Peruse the subterfuge called the Christian Bible.

The tribal dance, libel’s last Jerusalem trial.

Punches thrown while Pontius groans Messiah’s denial.

I know how it ends, can cry or I can smile.

Flip to the start where the tale’s a little hazy.

To the flippant part where the male start acting crazy.

If Revelation’s truth then Genesis reveals

That truth is at a level a nemesis conceals.

A few lines in, find the verses amiss.

Genesis like Pegasus. It’s only a myth.

Toss the ham, spare the lamb, remember the bris.

The boss, Abraham, demands dismembering dicks.

Slipped pranks in the scripture to mess with us all.

Gentle mutilation to redress their Fall.

Like Lot I take it in with a pillar of salt.

Look to cure after all world history taught.

Some thousand years later they wrote it again.

Some proud man-saviors who broke into sin.

Meddling where melanin protected the skin.

Intros to God where faith already lived.

Priests began preaching out their ass and ate donations.

Like pockets with profits was just an aberration.

Churches ordered murders, a mass miscalculation.

Now I’m holier than thou, thanks to mass incarceration.

Got questions ascending, Mother Mary Conception.

Gave birth to a system of Immaculate Oppression.

Divine lines in these times begging confession.

For deception of the text. Come again, but with discretion.

Is it Genesis or Genocide? I want the true narration.

Genderless or gendercide? It’s only urination.

Fingerless, disease inside. Just some radiation.

Men resist but men decide.

You know…

Priests still rule the nation.

But now they just preaching on a different religion.

Offerin’ up salvation for a different kind of sinning.

Power, greed, and violence, the holy trinity.

With weapons of their righteousness they fight to keep the king in.

Appropriating God for self-fulfilling hunger.

Worshiping the lord if it helps them get a dollar.

Building towers bigger as their hands keep getting smaller.

Killing with the trigger that they keep beneath their altar.

But went back and turned the page. One to take a risk.

Returned before the age when Paul was penning hits.

Wrote letters from the cage and prayed to exit this.

Back when love and rage made a biblical eclipse.

Struck a rock, Decalogue, Moses pled the fifth.

Got his Ten and noticed God had broke the sixth.

Blood rivers, dark shivers, murdering kids.

(I am who I am)

A cold killer straight outta Exodus.

I’m all out of rhymes… I’ma come back to this.