The devil's tongue is weak/

He can hardly speak/

When his time has come and gone and been this peak/

But he is not alone/

The acolytes are bones/

And serve Babylon when all is said and done/

The devil's tongue is weak/

He can hardly speak/

When his time has come and gone and been this peak/

But he is not alone/

The acolytes are (bold)/

And serve Babylon when all is said and done/

I've always been adverse to what the devil curses/

A litany of words wrapped inside of bible verses/

Lessons learned from ideologies inside of hearses/

Bullets flying by / inscribed with the lie of mercy.../

I don't subscribe to the prize of rising high by hating/

I keep an eye on the price of any prize we're making/

I've, thus, surmised that evil on the rise is worth deflating/

And I must accept the evils of the past to make a future worth creating/

The devil's tongue is weak/

He can hardly speak/

When his time has come and gone and been this peak/

But he is not alone/

The acolytes are bones/

And serve Babylon when all is said and done/

The devil's tongue is weak/

He can hardly speak/

When his time has come and gone and been this peak/

But he is not alone/

The acolytes are (bold)/

And serve Babylon when all is said and done/

In genesis zen exists in order for the pure form of our gem to insist on being born.../

An end is pitched /

- but the gem persists that a light is drawn/

... so a star is born... / ... and time comes forth... /

And by the order of a border that contrasts of all shadows spawned /

Sit yin and yang, expanded /

- like a big bang inside a photons core... /

But light is safe - warm /

- where as space is cold and raw/

So matter molds an island from the entropy of a star's decor -/

So life's safe - warm /

- where as space is cold and raw/

So matter molds an island from the entropy of a star's decor -/

Mitosis from the view of gods - /

Kaleidoscope from our stage of chores/

If zen Insists on seeing then/

All beings must obey the law - /

From all as one - with a single sight - /

To every separate conscious torn -/

From potential tied in a Wolfram knot/

To a dusty furnace and gassy ore -/

Now a nebula feeding fate/

And kneeding chances in which the stars are born/

With the gravity of the reality/

That to exist with ends means to witness yours./

The devil's tongue is weak/

He can hardly speak/

When his time has come and gone and been this peak/

But he is not alone/

The acolytes are bones/

And serve Babylon when all is said and done/

The devil's tongue is weak/

He can hardly speak/

When his time has come and gone and been this peak/

But he is not alone/

The acolytes are (bold)/

And serve Babylon when all is said and done/