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Anonymous86 Gepost door Anonymous86 op maandag 28-07-2008 om 22:30:45
I walked to the to the shrine to offer my blood,
A Korban vision appeared and fleshes turned to rot.
I gazed upon my body covered by six sides,
Guides to the hereafter being offered at high tide.
As my body gets lowered and into ground I'll reside.
I hear the deathchoir playing a quickening deathstrike,
But my spirit is free to roam through space,
to vividly live trough the time of god's place.
My soul freed and lifted above, now i'm facing God,
along his side stands Judas, a halo hovers on top.
The Vatican was wrong and the Pope had lied,
the lost scrolls spoke about truth now the Pope will fry.
In hells fire for the blood and massacre ordered,
'cause in the 16th century the church raged and slaughtered.
I know 'cause I was there when they wrote Il Principe,
political warfare written as chivalry.

Stationed in Florence an example to many,
recruted fourhundred peasants as an army of plenty.
A legion of hundreds with the strenght of thousand,
if he was given the power he could have ruled his land.
But again for Nicollo faith decided otherwise,
as I saw in 1527 sitting at his bedside.
Tears stained thinking of his wife and daughter,
his last words; 'I hand you these scrolls to order.'
To perceive is to suffer and what we are is what we do,
so what am i to live for if i just repeat my loop.
My talents are enourmous, I found silence in storm,
When I stand in the eye I behold the beyond.
I stood on the shoulder of giants but evolved to be,
Goliath with Chartres and da Vinci inside of me.
Enlightened a life so she can flow like Abraham,
and speak Allah's voice backwards like Alaikum Salaam.

As gates open up I stand on the worlds roof,
the cold barren Sagarmatha brings the proof.
For challenges to exist pain has to be love,
death has to linger to be able to walk out of.
In 4021 I'll sit next to Ares,
and debate about why men decided to leave.
Humans were outnumbered by there own kind,
and destroyed the world by the use of their mind.
They left for the heavens and never returned,
Leaving the seven seas dead, dried and burned.
Four bilion years of time will begin to pass,
before nature recovers and allows growing grass.
Only than humanity will be ressurected.
to live another 200.000 years before being infected.
With greed, oil, money, and all day life,
again treathened to extincion and pleading to survive.
theBuddha
Jeeva The Buddha
Gepost door theBuddha op dinsdag 29-07-2008 om 15:54:03
Je kan goede verhalen vertellen maar dat kon je al,..

Je blijft een beetje steken op de rijm, het zou doper zijn als je meer multi's en dergelijke had toepast in je lyric inhoudelijk is het dope en woordkeuze ook.
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Ik breng je sick steez als 40 jaar geleden.
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