There's nothing in this world I long for more

Than to feel you here, don't disappear

There's nothing in this world I desire more

Than to do your will, this is what I feel



Tongue of many swords which reflect

Through dialect high tech Christ sent

Symbolic logic, anti-venomous chemist

Works incredibly tremendous

Using power of the super intelligent, relevant

To all creation constant war against satan

Fusion, mental delusion

Polluted by the works of the world blindfolded

Souls corroded and brains overloaded

Memory compressing known obligation

Righteous elevation,

Meditation trapped by my own concentration

Dedicate plus devastate hate which calibrates



The sun sets in a blaze gray daze pressed waves

Mildly suppressed by the echoes and delays of yesterday

fill today, dismay begins, dismay begins