Not In The Word

There is nothing holy in the word
No truth
No vision
No salvation
No redemption
There is nothing substantial in the word
Only shades and skillfully crafted manipulation
Lacking knowing
You believe in what you think you know
Lacking knowing
You were susceptible
To the reptilian deceivers cosmic hustle and flow

Where was He then
Man
Before the Genesis of Eden
Nowhere!
What was He then
Man
Before the advent of revelation
Nothing!
The wheel is still spinning
Look at him on bended knee now
As time turns and burns
Poor man
Blind once again
Looking south to a See unable to see the obvious
Rich man
Deaf again
Standing beneath the tolling bell and unable to hear the obvious
Avaricious man
Spoon-fed the righteous crust from womb to dust
A pathetic mental and physical slave
Hopelessly shackled by foolish trust
In the word

The wonders of the Universe
Multiple suns and moons
Shifting purple skies
Magnificent planets and creatures
Yellow green and blood-red eyes
Outside the scope of a tagged and boxed mind
That is not in the word
You're getting high on a violently empty rhyme

The creators accidental creation
Mere leaves on the Tree of life
They stole the "key" and attempted to flee
One cowardly thief coveting a warrior's wife
Earthly flavors
Grandiose schemes and grand failures
The rise of all things righteous
Their pompous power and their glory
Riches for the select few
The keepers of a polluted faith
These craven pretenders to the gifted throne of Blue
That is not in the word
As it was scripted for you

And so...
When reality finally falls up and down
And the illusion breaks
And the chains melt from an ancient sound
Freeing your real mind
Suddenly you are waking sans false beliefs to find
Heaven is and always was
Closed to mankind
The snakes and the fishes alike
And you and you, are muddled and psyched
In a long, long, long line
Firmly entrenched on a one-way road to hell
Facing the wrath of a flaming sword
Wasted prayers and unshakable fears
That is not in "the word"
As it was edited for you so many, many years
Ago

Behold now if you can
A beautiful Engel with sky-colored wings
Saluting a great pitch-black Daimon
As they fly through the open gates of heaven
The greatest love story you have never heard
That is not in your lying word

There is nothing, nothing, nothing
In the word

There's only one universal "Book" that matters

Not In The Word © 2009 Ahkenaton