WWJD

Lord knows I ain't no prophet and I ain't no prophet's son
I'm just travlin' down the highways trying to have myself some fun
I got whiskey on my breath and I've got women on my mind
I'm searching for a garden, someday I hope to find
and yes mam I know Jesus
I saw him just the other day
he was holding up a cardboard sign that said something bout Judgement day

What would Jesus do

If he had to walk a mile in my shoes

everybody's got a line they gotta draw in the sand.

would he run or take flight

or would he stand and fight

or would he hand up on a cross

and sing the blues.

Well I got my doubts and questions

and sometimes i don't give a damn

I got my reservations...

bout Father God and Uncle Sam

Revolution NOW

Its just a matter of time before it's my turn to die...I ain't going down without a fight. We've all got a line we gotta draw in the sand... We gotta stand up for what's right.
REVOLUTION NOW (The time has come.)
EVERY KNEE WILL BOW (under the sun)
NO TONGUE WILL DENY
UNDERNEATH THE SKY
WE are all ONE.

My name is Belil.

I will walk to and fro over the earth and travel up and down upon it... I will wander in the land of Nod with the mark of Cain upon my back... your rod and your staff shall not lead me or correct me and I will not dash my foot upon a stone... no weapon forged against me shall prevail for I am more than a conqueror. I do what I will... I will harm none lest they tread on me... I will not divert anyone from their path against their will or impede their movement...I will wander freely with no fear of detainment or molestation...

"THIS KNEE WILL NOT BOW"

I arose at the witching hour and followed the snake to the west...past the guards at the gates of Eden... I smiled as I slit their throats and watched the blood spill down their breastplates... Eyes wide...walking dead men...reach out your hands as I slip a knife between your ribs and carve out your empty heart...empty catacombs of nothingness... You have made an oath to your god and your brotherhood to defend laws and statutes written by evil men who have long returned to the dust from which they came...You transgress the law of Love and thwart the true order of the Cosmos, imposing your demonic false authority with weapons and warfare... You have sinned against the One and the All... You will be chastised for every moment of freedom that you have taken away from another man... You will be punished seven times over for every time you have imposed your false authority over another mans free will. You have enslaved your own brothers, leading them into captivity in chains, raping them of their freedom and turning your back to their suffering women and children. Curses be upon your heads. You will be banished into a lake of fire for your transgressions. How dare you place a throne above the earth and claim jurisdiction over the land and sin against the spirit of the earth and man-kind. Your time has come. Let my people go! You will no longer rule over my people with an iron rod. Your kingdom will fall. Your Empires will crumble and you will slither on the ground in the dust. And I will strike your head with my heel. I will raise up an army against you and cut off all seven of your heads you filthy beast of babylon. You will oppress my people no more. I will stand in the garden, naked and unashamed, with my bloody fist raised in Triumph. "THIS KNEE WILL NOT BOW!"

Vampires.

Probing my flesh they find their entrance and insert their slender tubes...Sucking away at my blood like a newborn suckling it's mothers breast...they need it...for the remmission of my sins... they blame me and accuse me...claiming jurisdiction over my body, my possessions, and even my mind... They want my soul. They entice me and taunt me with their illusions... luring me into their web of deceit... they suck their fill and bring their offerings to the queen...a tax for their quarters... she gets the choicest blood witch she stores in the storehouses...she takes her fill and redistributes the wealth according to her pleasure... the high priest gets the choicest portions.

Spaceships in the sky.

The traveler sat beside the path and watched the crowds walk by...
In two's and three's and some with four knees
...and a little girl with squeaky shoes.
A godess strummed upon her lyre with a fellow with a chello at her side
while the people in the street were passing by
like spaceships in the sky
like spaceships in the sky

Crash and Flow.

Oppression refines a mans character and hones his spirit. He learns to worship his freedom, forsaking all vice and false authority. He lives and dies for it, he fights for it and surrenders it to no one. He proudly and boldly stakes his claim over his own body, mind and soul; aknowledging Self as a parcel of the Divine Whole.
When a man acknowledges his unity with the universe while being aware of his individuality he learns the essence of power and the infinite possibilities of his free will. He is a parcel of the creator. He is the creator and the creation simultaneously, containing the same life energy, composed of the same elements. The same spark of life that makes the sun shine is the same spark of life that makes his heart beat. The friction btwn Love and Fear... the interaction of positive and negative forces...Energy in motion...Life perpetuates itself... Flowing and crashing like water, swirling and blowing like the wind, burning alive from the inside out, emitting rays of Love and Light, flowing like a river to the infinite sea,waves crashing and receding against the perimeters of the shore...