THE MASON
02-10-2009, 10:20 AM
Loosely based on Dantes Inferno
My feet glow heated bronze and iron
my voice flows like water, booms like bomb sirens
retirin emcees led to the slaughter
crafted and formed for the godly potter
terracotta warriors surround my grave
high upon a mountian hillside cave
paved the way for followers
many scribes, scholars and philosophers
atop my castle spire, i watch, as their needs become dire
inquire with the lord, about his law and this constant war
torn between these nations, DAMN these manifestations
im facin got me pacin, re tracin my steps
the first time i entered the inferno
i met Virgil and he urged me to go
ghosts and the ethreal hosts
follow me on hollow feet, drift and float
arrive at a river, then appears a boat
in one stroke, from the boatmens oar
CRASH right into the shore
he speaks " what is the reason, you come to these waters,
Bronze what is it that you ponder"
I came to see what was yonder, first you must go through hell and back
before the Almighty can call you worthy
act as you would have done upon thee
but save your words for the damned behind me
Arrive at the enterance to the city of the dead
headless shoguns stand guard, unarmed with eyes bled
crimson red, speakin "THOUS SHALL NOT PASS"
i walk by and laugh, they curse my name
and bolts of red lightning crash
hasten my walk to a dash, along a stretch of carved path
outside the doors of this lair, only the stench of dispair
the final ring of my journey, soon in paradise will i retire
for i have fought out the muck and the mire
silver silks and gold crowns are the attire
lessons learned, that lifes walking lines as thin as a wire
in the moments of calamity, do you prespire?
does he make war with his brother?
if so thou shalt be floating on lakes of FIRE
My feet glow heated bronze and iron
my voice flows like water, booms like bomb sirens
retirin emcees led to the slaughter
crafted and formed for the godly potter
terracotta warriors surround my grave
high upon a mountian hillside cave
paved the way for followers
many scribes, scholars and philosophers
atop my castle spire, i watch, as their needs become dire
inquire with the lord, about his law and this constant war
torn between these nations, DAMN these manifestations
im facin got me pacin, re tracin my steps
the first time i entered the inferno
i met Virgil and he urged me to go
ghosts and the ethreal hosts
follow me on hollow feet, drift and float
arrive at a river, then appears a boat
in one stroke, from the boatmens oar
CRASH right into the shore
he speaks " what is the reason, you come to these waters,
Bronze what is it that you ponder"
I came to see what was yonder, first you must go through hell and back
before the Almighty can call you worthy
act as you would have done upon thee
but save your words for the damned behind me
Arrive at the enterance to the city of the dead
headless shoguns stand guard, unarmed with eyes bled
crimson red, speakin "THOUS SHALL NOT PASS"
i walk by and laugh, they curse my name
and bolts of red lightning crash
hasten my walk to a dash, along a stretch of carved path
outside the doors of this lair, only the stench of dispair
the final ring of my journey, soon in paradise will i retire
for i have fought out the muck and the mire
silver silks and gold crowns are the attire
lessons learned, that lifes walking lines as thin as a wire
in the moments of calamity, do you prespire?
does he make war with his brother?
if so thou shalt be floating on lakes of FIRE