AJF VS POSESSED PT.3

[Lindel]

In a devilish world plagued with professed malevolence, relentless rebellions, and demented sentiments
Where men are never hesitant to burn scripture in hell’s fire; and teach their kin to detest the testaments
A man prays every day with bless’ed grace; for God in Heaven’s gates to save the earth and restore love
For his wife had died in labor wishing for a reborn sun; for him, his daughter, and newborn son…

Dear God,

“I thank you for the blessings you gave to me gradually, but tainted morality, continues to make way in deceasing man
May your limitless ways make the sinful decay-wither away, so I may raise my family in a peaceful land”

***

It’s been a week since my wife had died and I cry at night; missing her pristine, gracious voice
But then I look at who she passed my way before she passed away; a beautiful, serene baby boy
O’ how you and your sister fill my face with joy; even in a blistering world where hate destroys
For I know if I pray and have faith in choice; we may one day see a place of poise…

So as the years pass way, I pray…

I pray and read the bible while taking care of my kin; who I’ve managed to raise even In these days of living
I’ve kept them sheltered and nourished so their lives could be wealthy and flourished; away from the state of sinning
For if you practice Christianity you’re battered and hanged, so in the shadows of man we tip toe and whisper
We must move intelligently with the bible in hand, as I begin to teach them the Lord’s Holy Scripture…

We begin reading stories from the bible; O ’how these disciples can’t refrain their eyes from the print
The stories they favor were of Judas the traitor, and how God sent his only son to die for our sins…
Both have immense light from within, it shows with their grins, God’s word has brought forth their faith
They are especially ecstatic when we kneel by the mattress; and I passionately; teach them to pray

So as the years pass way, we pray…

Over the years they’ve both become gracious apostles, especially the boy; so dedicated to praising the gospel
With the bible in hand I stepped in his presence, for he wanted to ask me a question, which had his mind raided and boggled
He asks: “Under the suns blinding colors,… what happened to that one person missing? I wonder, what happened to your wife, your lover? What happened to the one who gave me life...

My Mother?

Ah, I knew this question was to come…and I had to be honest with my son …so I read him a line from Jobs 1:21….

“The Lord Giveth and The Lord Taketh away:…"

At first he looks at me exasperated and bothered, then in an instant he hugs me and says “thank you father”
I look at him briefly and feel such a gust of divinity; that I don’t seem to feel when I glance at my daughter
I realize he is one who is one with the holy trinity; and it shows with how his soul shines like glistening pearls
I realize he is one whose spirit could enforce serenity, and bring forth everlasting peace in the world


Meanwhile….

Thinking it would be safe for one day to go out, I sent my daughter to buy bread rations in a market near the house, but instead she roamed near the south; where calamities fare about
Little did she know she had forgotten to take off her cross necklace; and is held at knife point by a man till’ she blatantly shouts; “Don’t kill me and I’ll tell you my families whereabouts!”

Ah, how history repeats itself

As my son and I our praying to God and savior Jesus Christ, I feel the door open wide; it’s my daughter and a man; his face filled with slaughter and intrusive sin
He lunges at my son with a putrid grin, and stabs him with a crucifix, so I punch him and kick him, then pick up my son like an infant, and quickly run through the wind


I run holding my son passed burnt down cathedrals and hordes of foul people; thinking to myself: “I have to save my boy”
Then I realize he is one whose soul is desolate to any deadly sin; his respected death will bring the world faith and joy
BUT I CARE NOT! His cries for help make me cry myself, and I don't want to repeat when my wife had depart
Yet even his sister’s arrival was right on the mark; as he absorbs man’s sin; and dies in my arms…

“O’ How the Lord Giveth and The Lord Taketh away"...

***

Dear God,

"I thank you for answering my prayers, and restoring love, thus giving the world light under a reborn sun.
But there’s just one thing that I pray you’d give back O’Lord, and that’s the presence of my belov’ed

Son.”

In a heavenly world blessed with professed benevolence, replenished rebellions, and breathless elegance
Where men are never hesitant to repent as reverends, and teach their kin to respect the testaments
A man cries for God to bring his son back to life; for his essence plummets in plight
He cries for the boy that Heaven summoned to light: The Second Coming of Christ

VS

I'm the definition of raw; 7 Sins for the benefit of The Law
Leave Heaven stripped of its God, no benediction, the Devil lives in us all
These're penitentiary bars.. ascended vision, metal gripped in my palm
Hellenistic assault hold the severed head of Pegasus by its horn -
Red gets pitched on the walls; I let it drip down every inch of my arms
I generate genocide, never hesitant for Genesis to evolve
You're left w/ symptom withdrawal when my pen inflicts its signature form
Pledge addiction to war & make the dead lift like a medicine ball
Wreck the system like you were sent to prison & lost any sense of decorum
I'm a legend w/ every letter that's ever scripted the elegance of my thoughts
these lames cant handle the tension my sentences bring,
got them shakin like the ropes when Ultimate Warrior enters the wrestling ring,
im an unquestionable sentinel at the center of things,
a special extraterrestrial vessel so every letter it seems,
that im on an incredible team, ATR the nexus supreme,
jettisoned the mediocre to be left with something better than wings,
an alchemist soaring past the competition as we sever the strings,
on parachuting writers seeking a safe haven to breathe,
I am a pagan extreme with Lucifer by my side,
we blasphemous baphomets wearing pentagrams in our eyes,
clash of the titans collide as these paragraphs are inscribed,
on stone tablets that will keep our words forever alive,
I make the temperature rise, im ceremoniously raising hell,
black magic for you faggots as I summon a satanic spell
Prophets of death, that're Bombing the set
Promise the rest, there ain't been a dope enough conglomerate yet
For the gods to respect, boss of the spot
Get jim beam on the horn, im straight calling the shots
Toss you in the coffin, its locked
Let's see you fuck around, with your balls in a box
Cruciphyxions, crosses, I'm just staulking the block
Cutting off law enforcements tops, have it crawling with cops
Its like were all in the mob, we been made since day 1
Angels get fucked by the lords of flatbush, til your patron saints cum
Ya girl drink a whole case of facefuck, and swallow the truth
Imagine what being A.bove sluts could probably do
I'm a columnist to, write about the ways of the world
Even though that last bar talking bout the ways of your girl