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This is war.
I saw some scenes on a site with some small kids.
My vomit covered keyboards made my soul sick.
A year of training from the Lord, now my soul lit.
He gives me souls of the young to protect this.
They're screaming through the screen, "You can do this!"
"Michael please,
Michael please,
you can do this!
Save us from the sick that abuse us and degrade us!"
My heart wants my palm gripping a gun and badge that reads "You're final date scum".
My mind wants connection to the angels that would steady my aim when I Michael go to claim them.
I cast satan out, who you think could defeat this angel fully armed with the Lord's eternal embrace and whispers of His love won.
I want computer people creeping through the webs uhhh.
I want some papers saying I've got licenses to crank sin.
I want to break down the door and just erase them.
I want to trick them to my lovers web and disintegrate their face! Ahh.
I'm sorry family this isn't hate. This is Michael in his belt with his helm and his sword drawn.
I'll never let my future children suffer what me and my baby sis did.
If it's not true, and memories are distorted from my schizo effective then those skits have been effective dragging me to hell. Uh...
Tell me will you follow me to war when I call upon the Lord to shelter me through lies?
I will die slow.
The entire agonized screaming through my lungs, I'll bare the cross I've got the sight, and I'm leading you my children to the ever safest road home.
Jesus give me strength lead your peoples prayers to fill my mind with light, and trigger truths sprung.
I'll slay the dragon that I rode here in on.
Give me the guilt if not the guilty for me to drag to hell.
I'd rather burn FOR them then let this go unpunished.
I am King of the children, and the children yearn to grow Son.
Bless me with your light, let it flood upon the field as we charge those who harmed us when innocence was still fun.
And if you don't God, I'll probably rot in prison for the rest of my life.
Because I'm dead serious Lord, I'm dying pure light.
My righteousness unfaltering my spirit full of Life.
Death is an option, cause I absorb sin daily so I'm dying for the fight.
Give me epaulets proving my plights.
My feats, my accomplishments, I'm craving affection for the sufferance of a journey through the fear of becoming what it was that scarred me as a kid.
I'm over it.
So I'm under it to lift.
I saw some scenes on a site with some small kids.
My vomit covered keyboards made my soul sick.
A year of training from the Lord, now my soul lit.
He gives me souls of the young to protect this.
They're screaming through the screen, "You can do this!"
"Michael please,
Michael please,
you can do this!
Save us from the sick that abuse us and degrade us!"
My heart wants my palm gripping a gun and badge that reads "You're final date scum".
My mind wants connection to the angels that would steady my aim when I Michael go to claim them.
I cast satan out, who you think could defeat this angel fully armed with the Lord's eternal embrace and whispers of His love won.
I want computer people creeping through the webs uhhh.
I want some papers saying I've got licenses to crank sin.
I want to break down the door and just erase them.
I want to trick them to my lovers web and disintegrate their face! Ahh.
I'm sorry family this isn't hate. This is Michael in his belt with his helm and his sword drawn.
I'll never let my future children suffer what me and my baby sis did.
If it's not true, and memories are distorted from my schizo effective then those skits have been effective dragging me to hell. Uh...
Tell me will you follow me to war when I call upon the Lord to shelter me through lies?
I will die slow.
The entire agonized screaming through my lungs, I'll bare the cross I've got the sight, and I'm leading you my children to the ever safest road home.
Jesus give me strength lead your peoples prayers to fill my mind with light, and trigger truths sprung.
I'll slay the dragon that I rode here in on.
Give me the guilt if not the guilty for me to drag to hell.
I'd rather burn FOR them then let this go unpunished.
I am King of the children, and the children yearn to grow Son.
Bless me with your light, let it flood upon the field as we charge those who harmed us when innocence was still fun.
And if you don't God, I'll probably rot in prison for the rest of my life.
Because I'm dead serious Lord, I'm dying pure light.
My righteousness unfaltering my spirit full of Life.
Death is an option, cause I absorb sin daily so I'm dying for the fight.
Give me epaulets proving my plights.
My feats, my accomplishments, I'm craving affection for the sufferance of a journey through the fear of becoming what it was that scarred me as a kid.
I'm over it.
So I'm under it to lift.