The Sacrilegious Scorn

Have I not
Been too long in your shadows of invention and creation?
As I rightfully behold the flesh
Fear of the conscious mind will have you facing away.

My word and world holds ground and is real
Your world is like floods of poisoned water
A language spoken with spit from different tongues.

It all seems like an eternity
This battle between us two
"Good and evil"
Me and you.

Time has come to step up
And take back what you took from me.

My word and world holds ground and is real
Your world is like floods of poisoned water
A language spoken with spit from different tongues
You can never corrupt me again.

Your world is like floods of poisoned water
A language spoken with spit from different tongues
You can never corrupt me again.

I protect every man guilty of sin
The ultimate sin being me
The vapor from the plague
That infested my mind, body and soul
Obscured my view from wisdom
The mist that had me wonder in resentment cleared
And troubles me no more.