An ODe

only GOd can be trusted Armor a must kid thrown in the trenches side effects wit sours guts Straight out the womb Born on edge Meat eating monsters we all gotta be fed Carnivorous i told you Need more than just bread Late night under the moon Ravenous behavior Disfavored by the pray labor until thee end of day last gladiator standing now GIVE ME my wooden sword so i can play a guitar strumming while Singing an ode to the GODS Words dripping in melted gold bars Silhouette clouds outlined in freedom Battling legions no weapons formed shall prosper I AINT AFRAID OF no beast or MONSTERS on an alter i honor life lacking drama best believe dogma dodging on my soapbox These lyrical robots aren't hot they Just slaves to corporate America Be yourself these days im daring ya Truth is ugliness to the wicked my energy don't work like that i pray for my enemies Until God calls them back Pay the piper or viper snipers assume the position im on a mission crash course only if i swerve too haed