Death Be Not Proud by by John Donne

DEATH be not proud, though some have called thee 
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so, 
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow, 
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me. 
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee, 
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow, 
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe, 
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie. 
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men, 
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell, 
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well, 
And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then; 
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally, 
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.

When The Walls Go Down

Lord, if you don't help me I can't get though this

I can't

Lord, I'm too old for games 

Foolish wisdom 

And I'm tired of rhetoric

Meaningless rhetoric 

It never changes things

Lord, just help me

Help me

I was feeling GOD's pain!

And I've never had anything 

That's been any worse to GOD

In my 50 years 

That wasn't born in agony!

Never, Never!

Dead, empty, 

And I know that sermons won't do it!

I know that a new revelation won't do it!

Covenant won't do it.

I know now, 

Oh my God do I know it, 

Until I lie in Agony

Until I have been anguished over it

I'm preaching sermons, 

Oh God.

I broke down!

And I wept!

And I mourned!

Does it matter to you at all?

I can't handle this

I can barely make it into this

Little by little you're losing it

The lamb/love of GOD

The lamb/love of Christ

People I know, that were my friends

And I've seen them go one by one

Some of my closest friends!

You changing

You know what you were

You're changing

Little by little something's happening to you

Would it bring you to your knees?

That's all the devil wants to go

Get the fight out of you

And kill it

So you won't labor in prayer anymore

You won't weep before GOD anymore

Go To Hell!

No weeping

Not a word of prayer

It's all ruined!

You're laughing

This isn't life and death

When the walls go down

And ruin sets in

Where's the tears?

Where's the mourning?

Where's the confessing?

Love of Christ,

Agony of GOD's heart

We have sinned.

Open Close the Book

We tread inside wrecks of the grind

Leaving our perfections behind

While our soul corrodes and unwinds

Trying not to lose the thread of life

Wheels of bullshit turn just

Like the karmic wheel of samsara

Don't hold on to visions and to patterns

It's all in your mind

The big picture will never care

Let it go and release

Relinquish all control to receive

Butterflies will move their wings

Wheels of bullshit turn just

Like the karmic wheel of samsara

Don't hold on to visions and to patterns

It's all in your mind

Wheels of bullshit turn just

Like the karmic wheel of samsara

Let it write its own course

Just a passage in an empty book

To hell with your soul

To hell with your disappointments

To hell with your earth

To hell with your education

To hell with your greed

To hell with your reputation

To hell with your love

It won't matter it can't save you

Wheels of bullshit turn just

Like the karmic wheel of samsara

Don't hold on to visions and to patterns

It's all in your mind

Wheels of bullshit turn just

Like the karmic wheel of samsara

Let it write its own course

Just a passage in an empty book

Is it coming??

"And he shall make all, both little and great, rich and poor, freemen and bondmen, to have a character in their right hand or on their foreheads: And that no man might buy or sell, but he that hath the character, or the name of the beast, or the number of his name." (Revelation Chapter 13: 16-17)

"And the third angel followed them, saying with a loud voice, if any man worships the beast and his image, and recieve the mark on his forehead or in his hand,

the same shall drink of the wine of the wrath of God, which is poured out without mixture into the cup of his indignation, and he shall be tormented with fire and brimstone in the presence of the holy angels, and in the presence of the lamb,

And the smoke of their torment ascendeth up forever and ever: and they have no rest day nor night, who worship the beast, and his image, and whosoever recieveth the mark of his name." Revelations 14: 9-11

Consumed in your pretense
Receded in sustain
Feelings inside that drown in neglect
Secluded in this place
Within cynic embrace
Needless self consumption that destroys my mind

Break away from your thoughts
Don't push me down
I long for your trust

Restless to escape
While memories deflect
Searching for a way delivering my senses
Thoughtless I remain deluded from the chains
Detaining space and time to release my mind

Break away from your thoughts
Don't push me down
I long for your trust

I won't regret leaving behind
All that I once thought as found
Unbound to keep holding back
So set me free

Detonation India tour!!