Mind Tabernacles

Weathers rainy feathers every 11 years

Conspicuous leathers from cattle’s in Heavens ears

Erase the fears that we share and bear

Cheers and jeers, cruel love and mercy for the peers

The wheel steers with ease just like well demanded factories

And the canopy that that sweetens up the over rotting cavities

Red herring, eyes glaring and hazings fallacies

Perform miraculous samurai swings with mastery

Mastering styles P, regrettably embedded the wackeries

Whack minds that don’t consume this masterpiece

All of them layed down like AA batteries

Coverts the calaires to unlock special salaries

So when we turn heads sideways it demonstrates the galloping of galleries

Fetishes of the tennis and confederates become allergies

The dark and dead horse reimagines their destinies

And continues to positively influence the casualties

Readings from the lost books of the Holy Maccabees

Doesn’t seal the squeals of the killed who shifts act-ivies

Car in E but you still laying in puddles of the wicked

War of Aggression filtered through the ideological landscape of Christians

Wishing the Lord could pay me another Christmas

To save me from the worlds new world order is on the wish list

But as I breathe chichless with anger as my fitness

I sit on this pedestal and hold pedigree til I magically become gifted

And it’s all conspicuous, unfair life of the indigenous

But generate the markings of the new ignitions

Convert the ones on hit list to forgive the ones who risked it

And the other corner of the corona wanna face it

Having flavourful combinations from Kool Aid facing condensation while having conversations with constellation

Sanded laces and face lift fabrics from the race relations

Team of the segregationists have fallen apart into abortionist

And unfortunately that is torcherous

And horsemen equipped on forgeries list

Shit, pics of the sin, divided young men

Just to implement the shark fins

Of the water, where’s your daughter

That’s slaughter if you really wanna

What aroma does my clothes give Mr Marajuana

As I phone the number written on the corners

It takes me to a place where I tie up my thoughts and place them in a stoner

Or two, fools of the gold, cool and the froze

And roofs that show, trig conversions

Snowed shaky serpents

What am I saying? I’m not playing

That’s basically what I’m paying

The price of the Sayain