Saturday, December 15, 2012

Trumpets Sounding ! ~ Poetry / Lyrics ~ MobiusTripz


Trumpets Sounding !
Can you see,
Whats Happening?
All around,
the trumpets sound.

?Is there anybody listening, does anyone even care?
?Why must we live in a world where we can't share?
!What we should see Is Peace Everywhere!
!Peace Is Coming!

Chorus:

Its all been said,
Its all been wrote,
Peace Is Coming!
! That ain't no joke!

Disasters abound,
look and you'll see it all around,
matters not you look in which town,
Denial runs deep, as a river in egypt!

Things we may not understand,
prove themselves time and time again,
Science holds the answers not,
There is but one God, idol others rot!


Chorus:

Its all been said,
Its all been wrote,
Peace Is Coming!
! That ain't no joke!

False prohets many, and
True prophets few,
The Word Has Been Written,
Its Messahe (message in Arimaic) nothing new

Indonesia now,
Hatii was recent,
attention grabbing headlines,
always sell decent!

The ones that start the wars,
start them with words,
powerful sword slices peace,
then brothers kill Kurds!

lets start some trouble over here,
we are seemingly bored,
disregaurd a nations culture,
a young nation with adrenalyn,
so quickly all abhors!

waste lay all around,
I hear the trumpets sound!
he may be Coming for your soul,
or He may be coming to take you home.


Chorus:

Its all been said,
Its all been wrote,
Peace Is Coming!
! That ain't no joke!

It is not easier to get the camel through the eye of a needle,
as it is to get into Heaven, as some would have you believe!
It is much easier to get into Heaven,
Simply, Bow Down, Ask For Forgiveness, Pray On Your Knees!

http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew+19%3A24&version=NIV

24 Again I tell you, it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for someone who is rich to enter the kingdom of God.”

Matthew 19:24




My Body Spit In My Own Eye ~ Lyrics ~ MobiusTripz

My Body Spit In My Own Eye

As I get brittle
this body a statue riddle
my mind two hemis stuck in the middle
almost so nimbleless I can no longer play fiddle.

Makin up words cuz I can
actin 24 because youth and time have ran
away longer from me then i can stand
what blew apart my so well laid plans

faith can lift you higher you see
no plans change any mans destiny
past behind and the future flying right at me
in three D
what dimensions control thee
what you think, then do, and will therefore be?

mind runnin loose and high
my body spit in my own eye
i crack like stone while i fly through sky
always getting lighter on this ride

faith can lift you higher you see
no plans change any mans destiny
past behind and the future flying right at me
in three D
what dimensions control thee
what you think, then do, and will therefore be?

never lookin back
running with two hemis on high
always shootin at you straight
looking death straight in the eye

i have lived a good life
and i do not lie or a soul owe
i stand for what i believe
always will until it's time to go

Makin up words cuz I can
actin 24 because youth and time have ran
away longer from me then i can stand
what blew apart my so well laid plans

As I get brittle
this body a statue riddle
my mind two hemis stuck in the middle
almost so nimbleless I can no longer play fiddle.

My Body Spit In My Own Eye

P.S. Did Allan Edgar Poe write for effect or affect?

My Body Spit In My Own Eye