Look down upon through ur religious microscope, scratched from society by sheep as hungry as the Wolves. Scars on your neck, from the destain in the looks., Pushed you to. Back then you couldn't see, This They Knew.
The Knot in your throat just have to swallow once more, to keep yours safe from cruel few in rule.
They don't deserve the hurt that it would put them through. If you stood up to the calls you hear follow you.
So you allow yourself to accept all the wounds, knowing some day the Blood will show through.
Then perhaps they're of age to flea, from you, while you make your the Example Horrifically Hitesos They will again see only me, I'll have you. When I Stand Loved Ones Back Away and forward your Exit Plans.
So I Know my time Is Right , to Have them understand.
All that they do to cut ur Faith, and the effects it had on my youth , and forward then to my young.
Now so soon they will know I was then pushed into a corner I won't Go, to discourage the salvation of souls. So for these and the hurt that they caused , I not judge you or make any calls, you judged yourself, on the scales of the world. As they sink down under your weight so heavy your soul, how is it that you couldn't know.
I felt the pull of gravity so long ago I remained his servant the colder you grew. When your throat swollen with bitter n hate
You went for my youth like the jackal jagged tooth, you crossed, you thought you could go but there ...was the words heard ...he said No. Yes he said No He spoke 2 me and said Its OK for me to stand on the Bridge I'll not let you pass. Your stake to my young,
So here is the road ending right before you, no permitted to pass anymore And if you try blood will be spilled for sure.
He has assured me and I know regardless of what happens to me they're going home even if it alone, if I am gone. Now I don't fear for what they don't know I am to do all things to perform on levels above and beyond them so I'll go.
Understand me I'll be on right, so when the moments come to fast for them, I will slow down when I am Done. Ill check for my wounds when the only air disturbed is from my lungs. until then burners are on, and souls are swallowed.
Those numbers can't save you only protection there's none it can only drag out what shall be done.
That place won't harbor you because you crossed inside while you felt Holier Than Thou.
It will corner you everywhere you go, so that you forced to dwell on course of the meals you laid out.
Now I am to force feed them down upon you until you drown, in your fears until it balances the hate So you can get a look at the Gates you'll never step through no never step through, u went for youth.No my demise is not up to you crossed the line and he has severed you from the flock yes from the flock. And he has now pit you on the clock with the Angel of Death, I promise to make a mess
I hate to stand here but there with them no I quiver and shake like you, because I know
Things I will do so gruesome and cruel but you went for my youth. Now be gone your over the Threshold
I am the Angel of Your Death their all gone now let's put this rest. Pray your young do their best to not follow you.
In Judgement and in Hate so they not become, more bodies for me, yes yes will pray with you as I drain out your soul
Give it to one who you thought you controlled, satin has disguises but u choose not to see not goodbye go feel the heat.
Pat Paxton Songwriter Socially insane poet
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