What was that?
I guess it\'s gone.
So? like a fool, ramble on..
It\'s my fourth attempt!
Gremlins be gone!
What to write?
I don\'t know, your the one who runs the show...
Speak of angels, put them right...
Tell \'em they can visit anytime they like
Well, that may not be exactly so
But they have my permission
And so they go
Their expecting a vision
Visitations at night
Not some ministers
To set the world right
The good ones
The bad ones
They pull the strings
Blessings and curses
Each one can bring
They lurk in the shadows
They bring in the light
They call from the left
They call from the right.
To be continued...
Back on track
The demons are pipsqueak
That\'s a fact.
Can be annoying, I\'ll give them that..
But truth will always slay the crap.
Like i said, Pipsqueak
They don\'t have much power
Except over the children of pride
Take a look, the bums found a ride
Now,I am in disrepute
The people love it
How cute.
The fallen have risen, in case they don\'t know..
The great I am runs the show.
Don\'t pray for these people
What will be will be
They will all see my glory
And shamed they shall be
In the meantime let it be known
I knock on the door
But the door stayed closed
If they were to open and have a peak...
They might invite the angel
The one that they seek.
Credit where credit is due:
Who is the one who created who?
Credit for the heavens credit for the stars
All the constellations
Jupiter, Mars...................................
The costly garden now overgrown..
It\'s in the bewitching..
The earth, she groans.
How are the things unseen not hid?
The credit master lifted the lid-
Wickedness was what he found.
It\'s happened before: who is the clown?
With the breath that we take each idol word seals our fate.
Credit now where credit is due that\'s the thing that we must do.