but the halo glows from His holy angels show a hallowed grace that won't fail..
so hold to faith and you'll break rolls with saints whose tables get placed with gold grails That's heavy!
heed my instruction or indeed proceed in destruction..
ye who function in freedom's obstruction conduct a seedy production of greed and seduction..
I write proverbs fervently, 'til the bursa swelling beneath my derma is permanent..
an observant servant, I'll further my earthly purpose earnestly 'til I reach my deserved dwelling beyond the firmament..
Read the law scrawled on the walls in project halls/
behold a sheikh in his shawl, hot piece in his draws/
he holds war in his waistband, got peace in his palms/
he's the missin piece of the puzzle to bring peace to the storm/
he brings joy to the mourners when he speaks to the swarms/
he's a priest in the form of war and peace being borne/
i liked the imagery here, all in all this was a nicely written piece.
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods