Music as My Religion

Thoughts become things, and God is my vision. I cheated on

my soul and asked what was missing. What is your virtue when you

don't even listen? It's a battle with my ego, I'm trying to get to the

finish line but got tangled in intuition. My grandmother died, now the family's

split. God came from her grandmother like a slave on a mission.

I'm afraid of open caskets, I'm afraid of open truths. I'm afraid of

Easter baskets, being resurrected as you. Holy Spirit, El Shaddai,

God Almighty, the world's a lie. Tainted by pictures of white guys,