when you are to face the creator or live in the crater your terror creates live in the holocaust live in the waste cos with power comes powerful stakes and mistakes
few chosen, who got they third minds open Write a page that'll engage war and encite fights Be on the look for the bright lights and north winds The trumpets
the twilight and all that remained Were the echoes of death and a fresh crimson stain And so came the third of these unyielding visions A picture of war and
settlements and homes To look down on the ruins was to sympathize and pity All the suffering and heartache, all the graves and broken bones For buried
Stability a broken strand of string Outstretched, out of reach Not enough rest for this brain staking quest These moods among the elite Sitting down to reexamine mistakes Overly analytical war
a hat and a cane like Bruce Wayne See it coming to a nigga, and my crew insane Me and Shawnie Poo swing, gin and juice who swings And they thing we all
got they third minds open Write a page that'll engage war and encite fights Be on the look for the bright lights and North Winds The trumpets be the
