I've Got Something to Say

I've got something to say,
I must confess,
I gotta get this off my chest,
the words you speak are full of death-
with breath that reeks of decaying flesh.

You peeps are sheep,
following what Society Simon says,
but if we all follow Simon-
we'll all end up dead.

Christ is life,
read the words that are red,
two will go to sleep,
but one will be left in bed.

When I Roll

When I roll,
it's with many members,
and we roll deep,
a flock of sheep,
and when we rock out,
we get frenzied like Shark Week,
we're here to tell the truth no matter what,
call us Wikileaks,
and I'm an ardent enthusiast,
call me a Jesus freak,
and I'll wear my Jesus on my sleeve,
never will I creep,
it's open eyes toward the skies,
you won't catch your boy asleep,
and I won't skip on faith but I'll take a giant leap,
and I'll keep His words on my heart,
fearfully and wonderfully made,
I'm a vessel,
a regular work of art,
blessed with wisdom,
though even with a few silver hairs,
I still don't look very smart,
haha any of you that just agreed,
meet my blow dart,
my wit's so sharp,
I'll pop your brain like balloons on Mario Kart,
I'm hungry for truth in the morning,
and the word is my Pop Tart,
it's got everything I need,
a spiritual Wal-mart,
God stands at your door knocking,
it's time to do your part,
opening the door sounds like a good start.