Extract

When yesterday left, today I'm a little right. This is a tad bereft, yet full with almight. Misconceptions or misinterpretations, either way it's confusion. Dreaming of incarnations, and snarled in the illusion. Mass produced Catholics, unforgotten inside their cathedral. Discovered some of the relics, Ancient talisman are unbelievable. Go forth into the tomb, Open the sarcophagus, let the rancid stench consume. Gathering up all that is charmed, Born inside the depleted after birth. This does not meant to be alarmed, However it's been full of its worth. Die another time, live in today. Write another rhyme, lines lined word play. Shaman type, opening the 3rd eye. Extracted and ripe, breathe to see thru the lie. Contradiction is a great way to open minds, Salvation is not a problem unless you are in their binds. Bells chime and chime, before you can get away with it. In time covered in lime, and I"m chock-full of grit. Ready to go to the next, yes I've been there before. Sometimes just a little vexed, benumbed to the core of my lore. And as always plum rotten to the core..