Snatched from the air

The initial spark of thought gave us life.
The explosion of imagination slowed down time.
God is the spark, and the universe is the explosion and death is the end.
We're already dead, we're just waiting for the explosion to stop.
Ya feel me?!
God will cease to think.
But, until then, I'm gonna play my role.

Introduce

Let me introduce to you a being that's enlightened
I know this shit is new to you so please do not get frightened
Where once my sight was dark it has definitely brightened
And all my dull senses exponentially been heightened

To their peak, so to speak, so my spirit isnt weak
There is nothing left to tweak for this ultra-cool-like geek

My wisdom i will share, to those who do and do not care
So all who see it know i'm fair, with none other to compare
I'd use my wealth to promote health and do it loud, no need for stealth
I'm living well, heaven and hell can place their bids upon my shell, some will argue that i've risen, some will argue that i fell.
But only i know what's my truth, like a carny with a booth
But there's no tricks, there's no sweet tooth

I'm the player you can trust, i'm impossible to bust
Living lively is a must until we all return to dust.

SS: Olympian

a countrys' citizens are divided, clear-cut & simple: rich and poor. The rich are those who control some governing power and the poor are those who survive using those governing powers. the poor parents live dirty, hapless lives and raise their children to take their place.
A meeting is held by the higher-ups where they discuss their boredom with how things are going and devise a plan: to offer the poor parents a better future for their children, thus eliminating some poverty and giving the poor parents some cash. The twist is that the children are used as servants until they become old enough to participate in the olympics, where the rich put up their best servants to earn trophies, in various events.

Night Call (not mine)

The wind is blowing, the birds are chirping, the smell is sweet, and my heart is beating, can you, really can you help me now your soul intertwined with mine and carried it to a hidden paradise, unmistakingly true how the sky now turns to majestic shades of blue, your touch shakes me as hard as an earthquake, your words, oh your words create an unbreakable force field to shield my heart from pain, rain, rain never falls here, looking in your eyes is soaring through heaven for all eternity, how do i know this is you, oh i see it is the way the birds sing harmoniously when they see your face, it is the way the stars shine brightly as if they were the sun, it is the way my soul longs for you so, you are here for me, my soul mate, listen to my night call, listen, listen, can you hear me calling, can you follow it's sound?

Metaphors and Parables

Imagine Satan as the prodigal son, who God forgave after he suffered and repented of his sins, maybe even as he died on the cross. Maybe even the sins of all mankind. God forgave him but his brothers and sisters did not. This is our last test. This is our final judgement. I am a messenger of the Lord. The only evil in this world is the evil in the heart of man. Do not blame demons and spirits and ghosts. Look only into yourselves and keep God on the mind.

Musical voice

The voice of reason is within my ear.
My heart beats fast cuz the coming of the season it is here
and hearken to my words they tremble cuz the fear is here!
The prodigal son has returned and now the comforter is here.
It's round three of honor and of praising and of love.
The war is on within if you want to go to heaven or if you want to go above.
The topic's pretty touchy so approach with sterile gloves
but give me just one moment cuz my breath needs catching up.
*instrumental*

Stupid wom(a/e)n

Had i the power, i would take you to all the places you wish to see. I would buy everything that could be bought within your tastes and furnish our home in the same manner. I would do all you ask.
In return, i want only two things: to sit with you in stillness and cycle love between us.