Footprints (Earth Prayer)

angels fear to tread here, on these lands…
hey do not walk this earth
the devil…he moves in silent steps
so as there is no way he could be heard
frightened, for earth to notice his presence..
God.. hasnt been back home yet
no for a long time, nor in retributional essence
inevitably distanced,
he would rather just watch, having it good from the heavens
sometimes i wonder if he created man, during one of his first projects
experimental, neglectin the fact that later his image
would reflect through us -men
to whoever marks his assignments
this is earth and we walk it
can we atleast get some credit for that?
and on this soil, life gets hard
but i try, with all that i got
believe me, with what i’v seen
angels would shrivel at the sight of jealously,
greed, mayham, hate, war
but we men, we take it all and we still come out strong
i just ask tht you u shed us a light that u are still on our side
give us a sign, we have been consumed by forgery lies
feed us..your heavenly delight

for your footprints…they are disappearin
when was ur last visit? do u ever walk these grounds
have u been readin the signals mother earth sent ya?
about humans havin forgotten ‘his’ motherly laws
bonds broken, now lyes ties and knots lost
through the cuts of ambilical cords off a placenta
your prescence is no longer felt here, everyone is on their own agenda
diminished belief’s of religion enforce us to praise you
but what is the point if it is not heart felt?
your return is long overdue, bring forth the dawn of my wealth
God! where are you?

i long for ur warmth, you were my father
so where are you when i need you the most?
my five senses can only account for matter
so how do i start believin in ghosts?
the chase is dead end, like thoughts lost
i’v grown and came to have known that
what i’v been shown and told
is only all of the programs they needed to upload
to control, to take charge
they seem to forget thou that the people will always rise
and as great cities crumble and fall
the great man blessed wit ur might, will stand all

sometimes i cut myself to see
just how much of the earth that u made me from i still have in me
they say the colour of blood is dark
before it breathes the air we do
and the sky is black
until the particles in it turn it to blue
and as the colour of the rainbow
harness from abyss blackness
and blossom to beautify, to rid us from
darkness and morose (sadness), there is hope
such ironic as the suffice shine of the blackrose
so man shud come to understnd that
inside out we were made and exist through doom
and thus can never make it thru
without the only light that is you

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this just came to mind whn i was in th shower
had to put it down straight here