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Mismanagement

  1. My Joan of architecture is like a Harvard lecture
  2. Far from lesser, verbal mathematical endeavours
  3. Bar acrobatics and other tactical gestures
  4. Brothers and Sisters, taking sabbatical measures
  5. Another scripture mystery solved though vectors
  6. Another snake slithering across an angels feathers
  7. Satan’s on our ankles but the cross is better
  8. Saint Michael the Arc Angel beheading the lesser
  9. Armageddon’s and Holy Wars
  10. Alms we betting are only chores for the Lord
  11. For a clean slate on our imageless plates
  12. With blood of squished grapes from the place
  13. Where the first miracle was laid into the face
  14. Of His mother who raised him knowing his fate
  15. But owning her strengths, beholding her ranks
  16. I flip like a table in a synagogues bank
  17. I feel like Nicodeamus if you let me be frank
  18. The Jesus in the desert setting serpents straight
  19. Yoking perpetrators actions for Holy satisfaction
  20. When faith is still a fraction of eternal relaxin’
  21. Still we paint a mural of false contraptions
  22. Of belief systems in plural forms of collapsin’
  23. Blastin’ em onto youths in groups we choose
  24. And fuse the rules of the book into their shoes
  25. Where the uncouth humans onlook you and drool
  26. Religion deemed uncool by new political views
  27. Seemed like Christian’s are in the few too
  28. Gradually decreasing cause of hypocrisy and you
  29. And me too, the same seculars who heckle the Jews
  30. The Muslims, the Jains, the Christians and Budd’s
  31. Dividend Society from dividing and conquering
  32. Unaligned Holy sobriety drying out from compliments
  33. Replaced with a screen full of TV award accomplishments
  34. I sit back spitting syntax reading my Vonnegut
  35. Riff raft on this track needing out of this continent
  36. But each landmark is equally getting bombed with
  37. Lies and false prophets, money laundering and profits
  38. Off with the same money they treated to the hospice
  39. I told my Lord that I never had really want this
  40. But now I’m all for/four it like some quadrants
  41.  
  42. Save the anthology righteously emitted
  43. Amongst the stars but I still feel omitted
  44. Amongst the bars but I’m real conflicted
  45. Should I have children or save them from life?
  46. Could I raise them different and make ‘em right?
  47. If I had a child, would he be alright
  48. Would he write or smoke trees out at night
  49. Under city lights where under him lays sewage pipes
  50. Or will I make them overthrow the government for spite
  51. Of all their discourse and their troublesome like
  52. Mind that is binding with headless people alike
  53. Will my kid bring a revolution to ignite
  54. All the people, rich or poor, left or right?
  55. I guess that’s my choice I have in my voice
  56. A girl or a boy, which will fill the world's poise?
  57. If I choose to not move forward with an offspring
  58. I’ve aborted him already as a boy, it’s haunting
  59. But I wanna stay jauntily hopping in this noise
  60. Of the rivers music waves filling gaps and voids
  61. Life will shape you, discover your trapezoid
  62.  
  63. So question, can God really manage?
  64. Did he act outlandish when we didn’t meet standards
  65. Turning the city of New Orleans to Atlantis?
  66. Was that mismanaged or perfectly branded?
  67. When the school was was getting fired in it
  68. Did God walk in it and halt the gunman’s spittin?
  69. Columbine, my question is if God quit it
  70. Let the cowards take life of the young children
  71. Or do we not know God’s plan and visions
  72. Maybe it was for the good, you ask how, now listen
  73. Full of sins in the city of N.O, hookers and indo
  74. They overlooked the booked, until it was forgotten
  75. And God was just disposing of the rotten
  76. But the kids that passed as a consequence
  77. Ruffles my feathers, there coulda been another option then
  78. Taking lives away, but He’s the all seeing obelisk
  79. And when the bullets fired…
  80. If God stopped them, would they have gotten more attire
  81. More ammunition, heavier guns, with more gunfire
  82. In a more populated school where more folks were fired
  83. At, what do we know except me keeping the beat go
  84. Rapping all this just to keep my feet rose
  85. Above the clouds, my knees just love the sound
  86. Of when I walk around, talking to the town
  87. Becoming more than a voice box of sound
  88. Becoming a mogul for both the wise and clowns

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