It's timenIt's time, little sparkle in my eyenTo flynIt's time, little sparkle in my eyenTo fly, to flynnPlease, YahwehnMany namednDon't make go to the other sidenWhy?nHaven't I been a good child?nWhy?nHaven't I been a good child?nnAngels warn menFallen Angels begging me nAs Satan thinks to press me into servicenI don't deserve thisnCurse his Heavenly betrayalnnSell my soulnHold my fatenAnd onmi-handsnScatter my purity like the sands of Twelve TribesnWhile I hide in this flesh vessel you given mennWill she protect me or she neglect me?nnSome, thing, like false securitynThese, these words of lovenSoft belly rubsnThis, wet warmthnThis, fetal formnnMy scorn becomes kneadnAnd no conditionnAnd innocence seems like years from God's eyenTo birth's first crynnAlivenAlivenAlivenAlivennAlivenAlive, alivenAlivenAlivennMy mortality realizenNow human childnNow miles ahead and miles awaynMiles ahead and miles awaynnI still feel betrayednMother's milk though somewhat hotnSweet and loving but nothingnNo, nothing like manannScanned the planet for my Earth nursenTraversed universenBlessed unheavenly hearth with the gift of menI know she wants menBut Evil's henchmen hunt menShe'll need an army to keep harm from mennYou're impunity depleases me as I grownYet this unity seizes menIn time to be I will cease to be yoursnYoursnYoursnnFor a score and several centuriesnMisery, not even a wordnBlurred by the beam of EdennBut circum-scheming made them heathennCircum-scheming made us heathensnnFake churches choose renegadenResistors to truth twistersnI want those demons, screamingnUnderfoot of harken Angels' demisenWon't be too painfulnnI've learned Darwin's TheorynWell, just an ismnNo, not while my inner schism has me in its graspnThreatening to suck me like Cleopatra's aspnnNow I'm the one with loaded gunsnMurdering other mother's sonsnMaking devils swell with pride nAs I ride Hadie's river-boatnChoke on the blood of my victim's sinnMy one desirenStoke the fires of HellnI'm in the belly of the beastnnPeace and anomalynCovenance, arc, and Indiana JonesnMyth to menI join the rest to spit and pee on your memorynYour legacynYour love for mennMaybenYou'll have someone put a bullet in my heartnStart my journeynNo, not to kill menJust to wake mennSo I surrendernSo I remember nThe wealth of my namenSo I remember nThe wealth of my namennMy names have beennJesusnAnd MosesnAnd MohammadnI see HeavennAnd KaninnAnd MeccannMy names have beennJesusnAnd MosesnAnd MohammadnI see HeavennAnd KaninnAnd MeccanI see HeavennAnd KaninnAnd MeccannOne my returnnAs I returnnAs I returnnAs I returnnAs I returnnAs I returnnn