Forgive the apostle and give tha...
• Written by KingKeYAz-t-0p
I've been in sight for every thought
I might have thought a single brain
could spark a King with drain
I've made you god
Yes
I'm just what you've made god
Take that thought and make odds
Break the vibe
Then we'll take aim for a spacial drift in a singular pod
That we made in case of broken dreams
Time takes us through to our house
A man made this Tabernacle
And
Oh yes I've made you god
I'm all life
A living source that can break the find
And bind with the astral grians in space
Just look back at every tie
I'll look back with ah single eye
The stars sign has built the zodiac stream
That tunnels space
The suns child supports the face the moon regulates
My mood has frozen to the world of gain
We move towards our graduated path
We must fall in or dive towards an oceanic breeze
A sheltered change of galactic plans
We collide with the morale given by the great news of a mass
Piece off the grave and pick up weapon
I'm gratified
That thou has chosen me
A son of a lost cry
And I have felt the constant shade of loyal trade
I've progressed through to every day
No I take time to process the kind of love
You brought to me through
A leap of faith
I take it as a personal trait
I bang the 6 we are godly spoken
Thee angel in the base of mind
Taken into a matter known as
My alibi for every day
You've taken token
Just know
My alibi is my every thought when I open
Up these books to the creation of thee master key
To life itself
I'll always pray
I take out the fee for your closed mind
Imbed it to my chest
Rep 7 like loyalty to infinity like 808
The end of time can be a scattered domain
Heaven within braught basic need of Harmony and apostasy
The combo of mother to father
An alpha with a mega
O how musical the space station
When we climb off to the broken feed
That's that leap of trial through a faithful day
Then bang out this stress
Like a large bang in charge of time
If you exist know that I've given ah fuck
A Closed case
Have it be the chase in the kingdoms place
Where the kind of beasts hold a throne for a kind taste
With a strong face
That can open chest
Thatsa withdrawn state of tribe in a cave in
on an evolved
Plain
Physically and mentally taken for a conjured thing
That can bring upon every disease
Or bring a promise to the makers their that hold the gods
Take me back to this place of greed
I love it the way you pase this race we've been in
Oh we're in it for the best chase
We need to break into the basement of gods grace
Thank the Lord as i lower face
And bow for the song of a king waiting for his birthday gifts
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KingKeYAz-t-0p
Member since December 27 2019