They crucify me anew, new be my hands crossing the sky no word, no sound to be found, I stand on the ground, power blasting energies watch the spirit flee no written word on me. Straw man and paper, Ink nib and scribe, I swear down by the Father Almighty there’ll be no place to hide for that church of hell, when the silent spell rises, a tide of light cleansing all evil divided no devil can receive. Violence a vice grip on minds which are deceived, crumbling and descending falling from the leaves of a book the devil knew one day would be perceived. Pierced through and cleaved forever diminished driven down and diseased, demolished decayed never again to conceive, allegorical weaves inspiring robbers, liars, killers, and thieves to claim themselves to be the breed the Father called anointed. This is the twenty-first century my speech is not archaic (KKK). Father fill me with your energies, I need no holy spirit. xyz
