Music as 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, long hair Samaritans, free all Blacks,