The Prison lord.. Odichrist Bethel Hotpraise

 

From whence comes a happy day
Castrated in a broken dream
Would it come in this burning ray
Or die cold in the rain of our holocaust team
However this sky will no longer wail

I surmount the earth to feel my soul
Vanquished in the weary voice of the 1960’s
In bloodbath the yellow sun screams
My arm is castrated so tight in memories
That the beast kept me thwarted of my dreams

In the fourth night of time
Dirges of pandemic and brutality reincarnates
As a boy who paints the wall of prison all times
So thirsty, I yawn for a happy day to jubilate
With my scarf blotted out from a sarcastic anthem
Which hunchback’s me into a less privileged system

O' happy day, whence comes your shine
I'm soaked and ravaged of despair’s
And my heart is bleeding rigors
If the yellow sun could lost it’s sense
In the hot wake of 21Oclock
Then, the cold of time will smite my eyes
And lock me up like a palliative stocks.  

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