RMC

Foreign across a sea a ship sinks,
a land beyond the breach has a beach.
Far off the flat earth we seek
that we can mutate ourselves into a leach.

Burn the trees cut them down,
tear the earth hunt all but bear.
Natives will die due to your ill bowels,
but you never ever cared were you there?

Seek a land man destroyed
found a harbor free to step on land
free from the grips of death
because their God wasn’t a man.

It was a will that culminated
original sin and made a safe place
until the will of its kind soul killled
men in Civil War hell is still on our face.

Shall we leave the past behind?
Clear our conscience and seek lying
that spy on us as we rewind
to the past the Devil tests our spine.

Proud and loved by God and Father
Time is on my side today.
As I sing my praises loud in a phase
like where in one I pray.

Fathoms relve in deep delve
into myself I live in my own hell.
Demons mad and dominions tell
stories of not facts but tales.

I can’t deny who is in veins.
I can’t deny my heart, my name.
Look in the mirror pane
to see your eyes and mine are same.

Let’s rise above taking us to ends
we as cops and robbers used to pretend.
We don’t anymore because thin
is patience as time creeps in.