That Ol Pagan Shit

Lose bitter calling...
 Once upon a sometime
 Within the moons tenuous and frustration boiled heart
 I can't seem to find my typical above the rock and through the plains'
 Empty subliminal survival module I got, seem's toil misplaced
 I dropped all my better virtues, judgements and graces earshot displaces
 That distorted social per, and embraces hatreds eerie clamour
 Is the crimson blur, fires, impulse throughout my manner
 And disturbs the civil old, kill rage stammers through skin, teeth and moralities
 Begrudging hold upon a causedly clenched hold, heat of moments circumstantially
 branch from all iotas and proponents of commodius living, incensed, afraid restraint
 Beings given age of logic, to empty sense and self to some things bidding
 Yes, your exellency
 Winning's speak, save for sinning, while burning how much weeks of sacrifice
 will sitting all the smolder
 I feel, the frigid urge to kill, mainly for (womb ill?)
 Still are part of the full experience as the little man inside my delirium
 Alas, upon hearing him, and the poison inside thee, I snap
 With a malice, unrivalled by intent as that blessed demon leaps forth
 Un-pent, a flaming bent, about the purging of each and every blasphemer meant
 To pay for the way grace went or put belief and glory in were or relent
 To the centennial ceremonial master sacrament
 (Now who's the young Christian?)
 And by all means, and in consequence, not a single infidel is innocent
 Infact a solemn few have truly lent a voluntary Granual of good will unto deliverance
 Of all unworthy Earthly nail through reverance
 Acknowledgements, deepest darkest chasm, forever swallowing the fiendish
 Hard-pressed action, drug from desires, path in oblivion's intestinal tract
 Must I spell it out in passion? This is a ceremonial act
 Suggesting power of a greater maxim, contribute to the help and answers
 We justly lack
 So stop asking, and don't rap either, give all this putrid, lowly and hollow a breather
 I prayed you'd be an elightened heathen, pawn or breeder (?) little mark can seek the
 Of all powerful spoken word, your captivating silence has now been heard
 So grovel, the open ones comes to preserve, this tranquil anything
 Born about faith, and converge mortality, instincts and mind-states
 Until one eternal radiant surge of human race
 Yet, no acclaimed prophet will be so base
 Thus I'm forced to face the full circle of shame, salvage simply takes to bring forth
 devotion, hence within perfections, bittersweet taste
 I second inspired carnage and motion, existing no more is your passive hope toxin
 As I revert to the physical brutality of forehead unslopen, until pain's transcendant
 with flesh, time and my cast token, fear is commended
 While I ravage the unwoken energies once extended in the frail open life tended
 Fell form of an appendage
 A kinetic appendage, lets say, dynamically dismembers until all that unfocused vigor's rendered
 inperceptible, your soul is solely stumps, suspended in solace, susceptible to countless tortures
 Polished testicles, new world order, and all it's metric will only hasten the inevitable cleansing
 So enjoy it heretic, you sinners here sick, fledgling, it's that ol' pagan shit
 With a characteristic lyricist, ask uplift twist of avant-garde list
 Animating what they depict, cause otherwise brisk unyielding wisps of a cathartic mist
 Are from someone's God's ears unto the artist's lips, your enlightenment's my only wish
 This way of life is everyone's gift
 (Now who's the young Christian)