Harbinger of Hope
Binding us back, reigning us in fold to the mould of what’s in vogue watch you BMI, got’s to be thin different shades of grey oh yes, that's ok.
They’ll tell us whats pretty how to wear our hair, gotta buy those sneakers with the logo over there
Covet the vehicle of the soul bedazzled with trinkets of pride door bell sounds heralding the saints shut the windows & doors … go run and hide
Yet dying, and in demise so covered buried by jewels pined & mined in life they bequeath no pleasure in death they cataract vision, rendering us blind
How shall we go from God fearing to loving ? danced and pranced for selfish joy for glee can solely be realised serving He twirling and whirling in the moonlight of a spiritual convoy
Cultivate one’s connection with the Devine then even a wretched fool like i becomes simply sublime