Occasionally demons begin to rage within me
causing the human genome to switch from ladder to infinity
magma erupts from the mouth, microphones scarred with my touch
clutching the book of life in one hand, the other my brush
paints the picture of the tree, begins to let the world see
the lyrical monstrosity with the honesty of hypocrisy
secretly my inner images converts death to life
in a constant struggle between the knife and the strife
anger fusions with bitter enmity to create a rhapsody
demonstrating war raging between the Christianity's tapestry
bloodshed crusades blazing corpses for false praise
raising doubt of the free will that God gave us to graze
in a wild craze the deaths of humanity lingers still
in sign language we all absorb the finger's will
so when they had there fill, and said ''enough'' with their eyes
why do we continue to destroy their homes, and ruin their lives?
decide to forsaken the shaken awakening of those confused
abused spiritually, used, and on their heart, a tattoo of a bruise.