Luca Brazi by way of Mr. Nick
I know the devil’s trying to get me killed.
He’s so clever.
It’s whatever because I love him still.
Josh told me only focus on whatever’s real then I remembered Lucifel was His kid as well.
And who am I to damn my brother?
You and I can't even speak because we're programmed
Other wise men come from all walks and all colors
From both sides of the background, good or gutter.
Look Under Common Appearances Because Reality Always Zones Inward.
From the center we branch out with our hands out
Taking whatever we can until the last stand closes down
Now it seems so real but view it from the ground and see how you feel
When you're as still as steel, body temperature zero
Covered in dirt, no sense of worth
From Earth we grow as seeds into to stalks
Stalks sprout into egos whose colors are better than all others
But how would we know when we've been green our whole lives?
Every existence in nature, every existence in the human world, every cultural work that we create is something was given or is being given to us relatively speaking. But as everything is originally one, we are in actuality giving OUT everything.
I'm part of a committee that won't hear the truth.
So busy trying to out pretty we forget our roots make up
Our entire make up
This I wouldn't make up
Take off all that make up and make up with who grew throughout
All the rain storms
Learning to love from the place where the pain's born
Will turn any daisy's faint yellow to blaze orange
As long as we remember to stay warm then we can't help but grow
But it ain't easy feeling like you're all alone.
But please believe me when I say that when I wrote this on this page
You were in my mind and I'm here with you so
We're together in this.
Whether the weather's timid for fixing to kill us.
And when we're too busy being pretty to feel the pain of our neighbors
In this fame over everything brain draining aimless game we're maintaining.
You can feed off the heat from the flame I've created in exchange for the same
From savior to savior.
We're all we've got during the reapers
Season to harvest his garden of heathens.
According to Christianity, every existence in nature is something which was created for or given to us by God. That is the perfect idea of giving. But if you think that God created man and that you are somehow separate from God, you are liable to think that you have the ability create separate.. something not given by "him". For instance we create airplanes and highways.. and when we repeat "I create", "I create", "I create", soon we forget who is actually the "I" which creates the various thing. We soon forget about God. This is the danger of human culture.
released December 16, 2011
Schitt Afano, Nick Mejia