“As the thunder rolls in, it blows away the sin from the boots of the chosen, and the storm sets our heart’s pace as we rise up, strong in this space. And after the space, they fill up our fresh wineskins with wine. The storm sets our heart’s pace as we rise, united as we win, for the Christ, never bows down, for the Antichrist is sin. This rocking beat is put at Yahweh’s feet, with the new covenant in mind. Let’s gather together, for our hearts to combine, to consume this fresh wine, as we dine. A new wineskin we become, as Christ is knocking, bestowed with a rhyme.”

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Comatose you’re like on an overdose on the marijuana smoke. For your eyes have witnessed the infinite harvest of the witness that carries the word, unbound, by-logic and is a good sound to take them down. For to be like Jesus it takes heart some get ripped apart by the dark. A warrior you must be to be like he, the chosen by decree of the father’s desires for his son to rule forever to the borders of infinity and farther. Until the sky cracks I’ll be spilling these raps onto your laps in hope that you remove your fear from your dairy air. Act like the kings you’re planed to become always under the son forever young. Be a man take a stand for your freedom is at hand because Yahweh has a plan. If you don’t take the chance there will be no advance.