Today is the Brimstone
Tomorrow is the wrecking crew
Fortnight demolished our underlying bias.
Now, nose to the ground and the gravels in defiance
Sand rock shifts to rebel against the moon
The support is the reliance.
Shift solar equinox and divide lunar superiority
We got enough might
We can lift the darkness to greatness.
A few more cycles and remnants convolute
Maybe that’s just how we choose
Sick doggy waddling towards calls for absolution
While the springboard I build-
Flips bears into Polaris.
Maybe a new call sign
Insignia of stigmas
Rocks on the road
Pebbles make the avalanche grow.
The poor become lab rats
The rich become fat cats
Middle class become plague bats
All around the echoes churn.
You cannot submerge us
Revert us to cattle
We will press though
I’m still a damn brimstone, fool!
Now I live in a bible belt
I use it as a tourniquet
Inject holy Water
I wallop praise into the masses.
Stigmata defines my iris
Days decline into pews
Tradition becomes habit
This is forceful recollection.
Medicate the turmoil
Change sinners into sheep
We move past
This is a by-product of faster feet.
This is the soil
We plant seeds that spread
Brimstone cuts off the roots
This is where the change ends.
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