Benjamin Beak - Prophetic

Mouth is full of distaste
Anger that you misplaced
I wish you could have seen yourself
The hatred that you displayed

Never in my life have I ever felt so betrayed
I see your ghost whenever I decide to misbehave
Lighting fires getting high and flying down the freeways
Never did we pray

I'm my only prophet and
That is what we say
That is what we say
That is what we say
That is what we say

Shh, it's time for the birds gospel
Come witness agonies like third apostle
Simply put, the world's hostile
But the garden of Gethsemane to the waters of Bethlehem

I bartered and trekked the land and found that
Anything's possible
You are unstoppable
There's a space between the response and the stimulus
Try to live like victimless

Working away the wickedness
To death, we're all indigenous
But I am the antithesis
Your worship's only courtship
No need to force it
No need to enforce it
Though, no need to scorch it
I cannot endorse it
I cannot stop it
I cannot top it
I am my own prophet
I am my own prophet

I didn't find God
I wasn't supposed to be looking for him
I sacrificed myself
Didn't know I was supposed to be cooking for him

Life pulled me away
And now I struggle just pushing towards him
Man is God, man is God
Eternal light in mortal form

And death is where the portal's torn
All is now, all is now
A short burst of a thunderstorm
Lost in clouds, lots of doubts
Lost and found, stop and shout

I'm my own prophet
I am my own vow
I'm my own God
I am my own now

The word is creation
And I am my own mouth
I'm old and I'm ancient
What happens and what's about

I made a great mystery and hid all the clues
And the only way to know is step in every man's shoes
Make the right choices, that which every man choose
Let the current and always deep in every man's fuse

Oneness attained from the few
But all it takes is you
Yeah, to live in the moment
Listen and focus

Your soul and your life must conjoin it
The metaphysical coitus
One with the shell of a tortoise
Head meets the tail like quarters

Snakes in a coil, self-cannibalized and
Transported, fabric of time was distorted
Yeah, he broke through the plane
Yeah, I wrote through the pain

All that I've tried explain
You become only what you've already became
Everything that you lost is what you have to regain

Written by:
Benjamin Lewis

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