It's time

It's time, little sparkle in my eye

To fly

It's time, little sparkle in my eye

To fly, to fly

Please, Yahweh

Many named

Don't make go to the other side

Why?

Haven't I been a good child?

Why?

Haven't I been a good child?

Angels warn me

Fallen angels beckon me

As Satan waits to press me into service

I don't deserve this

Curse his Heavenly betrayal

Sell my soul

Hold my fate

In onmi-hands

Scatter my purity like the sands of Twelve Tribes

While I hide in this flesh vessel given me

Will she protect me? Will she neglect me?

Some, thing, like false security

These, these words of love

Soft belly rubs

This, wet warmth

This, fetal form

My scorn becomes need

And no condition

And "innocent" seems like years from God's eye

To birth's first cry

Alive

Alive

Alive

Alive

Alive

Alive, alive

Alive...

Alive...

My mortality realized

Now human child

Now miles ahead and miles away

Miles ahead and miles away

I still feel betrayed

Mother's milk, though somewhat hot

Sweet and loving, but nothing

No, nothing like mana

Scanned the planet for my Earth nurse

Traversed universe

Blessed unheavenly hearth with the gift of me

I know she wants me

But Evil's henchmen hunt me

She'll need an army to keep harm from me

Your impunity depleases me as I grow

Your disunity seizes me

In time to be, I will cease to be yours

Yours

Yours

Four score and several centuries

Misery, not even a word

Blurred by the beam of Eden

But serpents scheming made them heathen

Serpents scheming made us heathens

Fate chiselers, renegades, 

Resistors of the truth-twisters

I want those demons, screaming

Underfoot of hearkened Angels' demise

Won't

Be too

Painful

I've learned Darwin's Theory well

Just an ism

No, not while my inner schism has me in its grasp

Threatening to suck me like Cleopatra's asp

Now I'm the one with loaded guns

Murdering other mothers' sons

Making devils swell with pride

As I ride Hades' river-boat

Choke on the blood of my victims' sin

My one desire

Stoke the fires of Hell

I'm in the belly of the beast

Peace – an anomaly

Convenance – arc, an Indiana Jones myth to me

I've joined the rest to spit and pee on your memory, 

Your legacy, 

Your love

For me

Maybe

You'll have someone put a bullet in my heart

Start my journey

No, not to kill me

Just to wake me

So I surrender, 

So I remember, 

The wealth of my name

So I remember, 

The wealth of my name

My names have been

Jesus

And Moses

And Mohammad

I see Heaven

And Canaan

And Mecca

My names have been

Jesus

And Moses

And Mohammad

I see Heaven

And Canaan

And Mecca

I see Heaven

And Canaan

And Mecca

On my return

As I return...

As I return

As I return

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