The Commandments


I'ma rewrite the ten commandments,
Have the first labeled heal thy wounds,
My people walk on a pool of blood, no bandages,
Countless fools,
Count up the bodies falling,
Running of of earth to place these caskets,
Drowning in the watery grave of life, bring forth the life-jackets.

I stay positive all I can but life isn't all physics,
just a little bit of science.

Poetic justice, let it be served,
I'm planting a new flower,
Relieve thy pain, that mothers truly deserve,
Commandment number two, giving birth.

Let's get more in deep, let us taste sweet fantasy,
As my pen falls asleep, in a dream world,
The suns golden, clear skies, we're all chosen,
The clock is frozen,
And all beautiful people a dime a dozen,
One king and one crown,
Our smiles are yellow, and our wings are white,
Commandment number three,
Paradise.

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