Robert Chrisley | ÄRÇ ÄÑGΣL ÇRØWΣ
Aristotle's Lantern
Umlaut Alchemy
Starving Artisan
Days of dreams
Days of old
Do you contemporary me?
Like a flash to the Earth
Your darkness rapes music birth
Yet you defile not me
See the Light; or was it the light?
Of the night
No Watcher is over me
Plain as day
Your needle in the hay
Oh, blinded by what you claim to see
Old Man, hold up your lantern
And I'll light you a candle
Just before we tear your temple down
Unveiled is the convict conflict of interest
Down to his sandals
Just before he sinks beneath the ground
Were you all Siris about
The son of the morning ?
Now the phoenix has become a bird of Pray
Praying against the sands of time
Slipping through his scales
Sitting on Job waiting for May Day
Dawn of failure
Failure of dawn; demon spawned
And still they pay homage to HIM
Pop culture portrayed
When all reason went away
But the Wine of Wrath still chokes all of them
Azazael
I Hope you burn in hell
For the rape of Our mothers of old
And I watch in time
As your children fall under the Sword of Mine
Bowing as dead men before the Lord
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