Rise

Dance on the rings of Saturn
with the son of the master
manufacture cadavers and 88 tusk hammers
to shatter the mask
reflected in the ceiling of glass
bask in my ominous past
sippin’ the blood of man out of autonomous flask
walkin’ a prosperous path with fraudulent math
flash an oculus mass
crash a paranoia agent construct
conduct Zeus’s electricity
through ethnicity showing multiplicity
drowning oppression crowned in liberty
synergy passed on through struggle of song
and lovingly psalms
carry the muscle of God in palm
guiding the lost in anonymous cause
until we’re freed and gone
from devilish jaws hold the applause
in the name of Allah and Mary Magdalen’s son
the battle has begun within the shadows of the sun
until we stand as one

From Rise Of The Empire

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