"The Gates Debate" - topical by Plato & Dynamix
July 2003
ya'll ever really see this? saw plato come back and remembered this collab, its good shit.
namix = intro, closer & 'soul'
plato = voice of heavens & damnation
A Final Choice: The Gates Debate ---- By Plato and Dynamix
-July 2003
*The menial matters of everyday subside with our life’s demise. Yet Death arrives an illusion, disguised as conclusion, and one final choice will arise. For God provides freewill in lives, and amidst deaths shrill disguise He’ll devise one question that still survives. Though He’d advise the eternal prize, the reward relies on what the soul decides, if one abides: behold the skies, if one denies: the soul will fry. As love and hate collides, debates will rise and they’ll comprise of the King of Skies and Prince of Lies. You’ll see both sides that they provide, so answer wise as you reply and bear in mind that we inscribe the last sentence in our book of lives.*
Voice of the Heavens:
Aspiration devoured by the lonely souls across the road
Join me and watch euphoria unfold and truth be told
Omnipotent everlasting God can give eternal ecstasy
Stop living for the moment n start living for centuries
Predominant pleasure in a scale unable to measure
Metaphysical treasure, every dream fulfilled forever
Soul:
reminisce on heavens benevolence, no good gleaming through,
If a loving God can create crack babies, What Would Jesus Do?
I believed in you...prayers dispersed til it was all suddenly worse
some arc’hitect, I Noah thing or two bout you flooding the earth
in a sense my innocence was abandoned, a front, a grand facade
when u saw me turn the other cheek, it was for the Hand of God
Voice of Damnation:
Firing ballistic hate with sadistic Satan
Stop procrastinating there is no reason for debating
Temptation draws your wearily essence closer
Do you really wanna spend the rest of your life sober?
The time of your subjective apocalypse has approached
I know you don’t believe in God that arguments a slippery slope
Soul:
two straws and one glass, alas the story taunts have tore me
i dont wanna sell my soul to Satan, but God wants it for free
...you’re familiar voice has instilled my choice since adolescence
materialistic obsessions; like Satan, I lived through Possessions
i count my blessins with discretion…ur argument tells the truth
but if Gods tenderness is nonexistent... who In Hell are you?
Voice of the Heavens:
Don’t fall victim to the devils vicarious vices
Choose your path wisely or pay high prices
Your life grip slipped, now follow the crowd
Sail away on the boat that kisses the clouds
Wishes coruscate the lining of heavens walls
Everyone’s attention on you, your desired enthralled
Soul:
What ur impelled to sway excels dismay and shelves cliché
if I rebel His way ur compelled to say i’ll have ‘Hell to pay’?
I’ll spell my pain, its well displayed on an earth dwellin day
where the good always fell to prey…while the selfish pray!!
..yet your angelic apparition aspires altruism, nevertheless
now I could give a ‘damn in the least’…and heaven at best
Voice of Damnation
Figure a world without any drugs and no casual sex
Can you imagine no strip clubs, parallel reality check
Gambling and violence are part of mankind’s triumphs
Go with him and your voice will become silenced
Vibrant eyelids cloud God’s one-sided impunity island
Am no tyrant it’s the churches ideas of me that’s misguided
Soul:
Temptations mark hearts with abrasions... you dealt the thirst
much of the evil you provide in afterlife was my hell on earth!
despite God’s gift of choice, im indecisive as a mountain is still
For nothing in life was ‘free’, I wish God left it “out of my will”
A fountain of chills are amounting in spills, absent eyes tear..
one argument has darkened in the light, my decision is clear.
* You walk a path alone in your days, but its shown through his rays, even as the final stone is engraved. If you don’t desire His grace, a fires ablaze for you to embrace. When life is a maze God will amaze if you trace the prints he’s laid. Though His message conveys mysterious ways its your choice to give praise, delay or betray. The ultimate question you face, is not a lesson or race, a matter of taste, or a step on a ladder of haste. It displays your place and stays awake to gaze through a haze of dismay. For God has made your soul with Freewill bestowed, and awaits to see what you’ll make of it today.*
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