The Sacrilegious Scorn

Have I not been too long in your shadows of invention and creation? As I rightfully behold the flesh, fear of the conscious mind will have you facing away. My word and world holds ground and is real! Your world is like floods of poisoned water, a language spoken with spit from different tongues. It all seems like an eternity This battle between us two. Good and evil, me and you! Time has come to step up and take back what you took from me. My word and world holds ground and is real! Your world is like floods of poisoned water, a language spoken with spit from different tongues. You can never corrupt me again! Time has come to step up and take back what you took from me. Time has come to step up and take back what you took from me. You can never corrupt me again! I protect every man guilty of sin, the ultimate sin being me. The vapor from the plague that infested my mind, body and soul obscured my view from wisdom. The mist that had me wonder in resentment cleared and troubles me no more. Have I not been too long in your shadows of invention and creation? As I rightfully behold the flesh, fear of the conscious mind will have you facing away.