The Struggle

The sky is pitch black, the moon is blood red
Truth locked in a den and the lions are unfed
Alliance of drunk men in defiance of one man
Who died; suffocated by the weight our judgment-
The generations babies bathe in supreme sin
Twisting they heads in one-eighty degree spins
-Four tainted seasons; chapter three, Ephesians
And two ways to act upon one painful reason
-Take Paul’s example; locked up for speaking-
-the Gospel of Jesus but they called it treason
I seek freedom from the serpent’s sight
...Now he’s... poised to strike with a poison bite
The Lord replies with rain for forty nights
Cleansing evil, King comes forward to fight
It’s hard to speak truth and try to stay alive
‘Cause if you live life abiding by the sword you die (God help us)

I struggle; staring at myself in disgust
I struggle; corrupt, heart covered in lust
I struggle; I’m stubborn and I suffer with drugs
I struggle; but Jesus came to struggle for us

If it isn’t Christ you want, then what can it be?
-There isn’t nothing else special that be coming from me
--Why can’t you understand that Heaven’ll be something to see?
...And why are people so skeptical when something is free?