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trap.
01-24-2013, 10:10 PM
posted on 01-07-2005

Positive Flow

I made man in my own image, even flawless to start
but then they broke our covenant, becoming lawless at heart
I couldn't let it slide....death, I thought, would teach 'em a lesson
with thoughts becoming pure again, and the evil would lessen
how wrong I was, and I could show defeat to a foe
instead i'll do nothing....and let the world reap what it sows
for a while, it worked wonders, but the time had come
to rid the earth of wicked deeds, done in violent sums
and then I bled the sea, overflowing banks to pound
the shoreline....so all who didn't give thanks would drown
and again, my message brought about a change of heart
but died just as quick, bringing in a pagan art
of straight blasphemy.....and some didn't notice it then
my only son died to let them start over again
and the trend continues....but I'll still remain in silence
as people try in vein to seperate my name with science
cause i'm in every leaf, and each ray of sunshine
my fingerprints are left behind in every day you come by
but while you treat the earth like garbage, with blanketing stares
I still find some joy in helping you by answering prayers
I won't lie, you don't deserve it.....and most would agree
the future of the planet's looking pretty hopeless and weak
you never heed warnings....I leave signs, subtle but deep
in every breath you take, but you choose to muzzle the speech
and I've about had my fill...however nice it may seem
free will's out of control, it's time to wipe the slate clean
but I'm debating if your own ways will lead to demise
with greed and ignorance the only traits I see in your eyes
so if I sit idle by, and let you deal in hate
that might change the path you're on and finally seal your fate


i'll be voting on everything saturday

vs.

3y3 r0k nigga$

"A Pessimist View" - By God.

god, damn.
i see a broken window, guns and caine.
shattered hearts, grumbling pain.
stomach's of vein, empty of food,
too weak to speak, or even attempt to move.
i see roses smoldered beneath the ashes.
chocolate covered Beatles, shallow passions.
broken glass is littered over the streets,
while children throw balls, bleeding from the knees.
plague's wiping out tribes and families,
while millions give up on praying for me.
they call out, gasping for help. i just sit
and listen, laughing at the majority of it.
oils over oceans, focus on global destruction,
and kids having kids with their cousins.
fucking heroin, acid, marijuana and such
consume daily life, falsifying my touch.
i'm the motherfucking alpha, and omega.
kids being drained from playing their segas.
mothers working two shifts to get by,
eldery cry out, dieing w/ noone by their side.
aspirations to fly out of their tyranny,
pretending some wings can mirror me.
items of scarcity used up past their peak,
cracked bones of the weak, building up kings
with suits.
who are YOU? i'm somebody important at least.
so move.
it's 8 o clock, stupid hoes.
time for Global Implosion,
my favorite reality show.
i wouldn't change shit.
i love it just the way it is.
it's time to save some souls.

PositiveFlow wins.