-Layin Plans-

[Rippa]

I'm walking to the gate of heaven, while on Earth I was slain from seven
slugs and laid on the pavement in pain, as I watch my life fade in seconds
learned the slate from lessons, so as I approach to meet the gatekeeper
my brain races and became weaker thinkin of how I was never a believer
reality was a clever deceiver, but in this situation, a change happend
the thunder was clappin and lighting was flashin, as the white skies blackened
then a voice was heard, as I listened to his choice of words I started shakin
all of a sudden the ground was quaking, then 2 angels is what i was facin
God said that one is actually Satan, and if I was misplacin my faith then
I would choose the wrong one and be sent away straigth to the dark hell
so my thought fell upon which to pick, started askin how I got into this shit
started picturin' vivid images that the angels had just enriched me with
prayed sometimes, God wanted consistency, according to the system shit
isn't something I can solve myself, but I got hung up...when I called for help
knew I was destined to pick the wrong and God would have me fall to hell
so I stalled myself, pointed a finger and chose, some distinct lingering rose
God laughed and described that he tricked me...since I was thinking so low
speaking of pro's and cons, those final moments gone, it was freakin' pointless
all of the voices boasted n broke in that the angels were always the same
it was forever engraved into my brain as I slaved in hell...and still in vain

nothing to gain in this reign of flame shaped like a inverted cone
where hornets chase sinners and your feet are converted to stone
a place beyond your wildest dreams lighted by seems of violet beams
Styx and streams of flowing screams of schemes with violent themes
the soul exchanger your Spirit always had a nose for danger
summon this fool from the dungeon and bring him to my chamber
mirror mirror on the wall…show all wrong doings of this Neanderthal
no longer able to stand tall seeing how in life he always acted stupider
seven bloodbath oceans of earth resembles the red spot on Jupiter
ignoring the rabi' sacrifice…worshiped me as if the Jews crucified Lucifer
a lack of maturity in a life that you hid in obscurity tarnishing purity
found God an unnecessary commodity with no trace of insecurity
nailed palms of stigmatas weren’t enough for alms placed in receptacles
bombs made of electrical digits that could wipe of a spectacle of cities
was the product of metrical defying committees but you turned a blind eye
to illustrious sights of northern lights from Mecca’s last flight to the afterlife
transparent spirits of your potential feel blatant for being mistaken
stabbed in the back at night by satan you cry for being falsely taken
verbal epiphany spoken by Virgil as your soul cast now forsaken
beads of sweat linger as reality evaporates hellish illusion now that your awaken

[Kill]

Sometimes I get lost readin your shit, but overall this was once again dope