Wednesday, November 9, 2011

MINE MINE MINE, MY STONE - rough start

I hate people
Slow people
Loathers
I casted the first stone

I'm tired of em
sinners
prideful winners
I picked up the first stone

I'm carry judgement
Like Santa carrying lumps of coal with names tied to em
And I got the pride to abuse em
A untied tongue flung loose to misuse em
The Defining Moment
The World Changer
That is why I picked up the first stone

I picked it up
Even though you told me I didn't have to
You said
Child
YOU DON'T JUDGE
FOR THIS WEIGHT
ISN'T LIGHT
OR TOO WEAK FOR YOU
A SINNER TO BARE
CARRY THIS
and be crushed

But I picked it up
not so you wouldn't have to
But because I truly
thought I was god too

I flung that stone at you, you and you
I hit you with my peace maker
And it's a back breaker
I was throwing for the kill
smitting your will
I threw that first stone

Cause I wanted you to be alone
Love your neighbor He says
But I truly might hate you
more and more what you do
I think I'm better you

So, take my words for what they are
Cause tonight from where you stand, I'm a shooting star
Make your last wish
Like you got some fatal disease
just don't ask me not to judge you, please
I casted the first stone
Not realizing tomorrow it's this kings turn
to be dethroned

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