War

Met a whore one day
she told me she was happy

free

I want to make some money
travel
be free

I love the way it feels
globetrotting the land
I am master of my dominion

My opinion rules this land
I make no man my master
I live inside the truth of my mind

no Christ emerging to shatter
the kingdom I've designed

alas I said to this whoremonger
this harlot who doth invade
the uncleanness with which she emboldened
the fear absent in this knave.

Then suddenly I saw it
the scales dropped from my eyes
before I could loose a consenent
vowels still being molded in my mind

I saw before me a mirror
the whoremonger had my eyes
the harlot my neck
the Jezebel my thighs

She was me she was me
my heart felt truths sting

I was the loose harlot
my self righteousness my own
dear Lord please free me

Emancipate my mind.