Algorithm Escalator
These tunes we perform be only a score for ritual endured When we uphold the pure cure Humanity- The all-time great ungifted Needing presence in the present to lift it Spiritual growth a breath away but still resisted These thoughts valid for our time This flame shines Its aim to inspire before we expire Hear psalms happily sung by the angel's choir Fire back don't let the escalator backfire A man born to fight reckless for his ideals Food for thought, deep concentration, struggle for the meal Never at odds with what my gut feels I rush to my destiny with the speed of the wings on Mercury's heels It gets me to move swiftly Chances of success fifty-fifty Cut corners off these squares and give 'em 360 The ills of society are in us We the sinners looking for someone to forgive us In a wicked world hoping our children outlive us Some offspring meet the doctor's saber and never the cradle Homicide committed in pre-natal Most crime stories end as death fable Seth P. mortician, magician, musician whose music is fatal Realm Disciples struggle with the mud in the soul Our cold stares are bold I relate to the book of Job Claw my way to the apex on knee and elbows Such thoughts terrifies those who never chose to think with such imagination This is liberation poison in the rat race Pavlovian salivation rabid slobberin' salvation
