Filth fills the mind of our children. Still we ignore? Lust fills the mind of the church. Still we adore? What choice do you give our fate? Is our faith no longer something great? Is God a war with Arabs and Jews? With America being Hell's Gates to welcome home the few who choose to be the abuse? I like to think of myself as a kind gentile soul with the mind of a genius. But who am I going to fool? No longer am I LordTool. That was a view set to be used. So take this for what it is. Thoughts filled with confused words that rhyme on the third verb. Can you achive this feat or just drag your feet? I like to know because this is my show. So smile in spite of the fight you give at night. Turn off the reasons you breath and re-adjust your treasons you spit in the face of glory. Do me that favor and taste my death flavor. Just for one moment I had you hooked, take a look into my mind and see that I'm not really fine. There is a line you must draw to be sure to fall and I assume you know this? Now retact your memory of hate and erase your fate (faith) to something great. How about quite the booze thats always going to lose. Stop the powder you shove up your nose to compose your back. Loosen your jaw before it falls to the floor. Adore a Book on Love and stop confusing lust with drugs. Smile just to smile and walk at least a mile. Try it, for a week. Get up on your feet and complete this feat and you will be unique. I promise. My poor lost friends. Open the door that you only have the key to.
