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Lean Not To Thine Own Understanding
So I throw myself before the feet of those leaning me back
To an Age of manipulation and vicious psycho-spiritual planning...
Gimmie that Old Tyme Religion
Where most were ignorant of God, and couldn't read a Word of Biblical Scripture
When HE was just a Ruling Essense, a somewhat Broken Light Fixture...
An Adornment to be Worn to save your Life
In Fear HE scorned the Faithful Masses
Damning them at the end of a Sword or Knife
His Anger was rife
HE told all captive slaves to behave
Listen to your new Lords and Masters
From the Cradle, to your unmarked Graves
Regardless of the torture or pain, all we need to do is pray
Because of Eve's Sin, from the Beginning...We ALL must willfully pay
When they beat you, please continue to turn the other cheek
Let them kill your family, one by one
Because it's the Lords Will...Your Soul's HIS to keep
Now, lay yourself Down to Sleep
Stay hypnotized, cast under A Spell, and Never Wake
Let the Devils Ceasers Manipulate your Gold & Body
Then hope to God, your Soul He'll take
Well, aint that just great!...
Cause God Is Love, and HIS Mercy Endureth Forever
But the Devil, tampering with Gods Word
To stifle your growth...Wouldn't that be very clever?
Or would some of you say...Never?
Because that Old Tyme Religion had Sacred Rules
And the Devils Nudgings of Others, is a Sacred Ritual, also Traditional
Didn't Jesus defeat Satan, exposing his Old Tyme Scriptural deceit
So Why are we stuck in hypocritical Versions
whose Translated Words Christ already proved, are Spiritually incomplete
I know what you're sayin...
I should be shook!...That's blasphemous thinkin
But its not blasphemous to Bind God, Christ and Life to a Book
Whose Overstanding is gradually shrinking
What Are You thinkin?
The Almighty sits still...
Motionless on some hill
HE made us Complete, then HE chills
So don't use your Mind, therein lies our ills
Letting our Souls Blood spill
For a Frozen Ghost, reciting genocidal laws from old
Still claiming a chosen Bloodline
When Christ Consciousness removed the Veil from doubtful Eye-Scrolls
I'll toss my cards and fold
Before I let Living Truth die out like a helpless, weak-willed sucker
My Spirit speaks to My Understanding
It's the Quest towards Re-Union I Live to Discover
It can't be bound in a leather book cover
That's not A True and Living Word
The Symbolic Fish feeds the Awakened Masses
While zombified hordes just repeat what they heard
Yeah...I know, I got alot of nerve
And so do you
If you think I'll Allow Anyone to tell me
Their Thoughts on God are more credible
Like mine should be forgettable
The Minds Eye can't be Trusted to See
The Wickedness in this world, is all an illusive reality...
Well, lets let God be the Judge, Jury, Commander, and Chief
Until then, I'll do it My Way, sharing the Breath of Love
And Living Truth, I have in me...