EVO ANGEL ISMWait! Grab a penAnd hold it to your ear.I have something to say.Okay.There’s something bigger than you,But keep your fire away from me!You can kill, but will you send me off toPlead your case before aFurious judge?Look inside your microscope and tell me what you see.Am I a billion trillion cells, or can I say I’m me?Don’t deny you have a sole. Every man has two.It’s up to you to stand on them both and hit me with your best shot.I’ve got all the time in the world to fight with you,But something tells me you don’t really want to.You think the main objective is winning?I’m too busy sinning.Give me a chance, and I’ll flush it all out.I won’t keep this secret.It was never a secret to start.Remove your magnetic tape from my lipsAnd remind me who gave you the choice toPunish me to correct me.Indoctrinate, so full of hate.Yell at me to set you freeFrom your own cage of denial.Worship the book and
The Party of Three and TenThere was a party thirteen strongCaught in a war from birth begun.They were taught to be derelicts,But their hearts killed the defects.So now they ride hard, fast and strongTo end the war the drake began,Eviscerate Father of Lies:Take Babylon by surprise!They were weak and scared;Still, they carried on.They were raised to please the Snake,But now their chances they will take.And they cried, “Here is our God!Lo, He hears our prayers!Woe, you dæmons weak at heart;You will soon be torn apart!”The raid was done.They saw False Kingdom burn.Betrayed their godFor a Master who returned their love.The raid was done.The warriors returnedTo their home:Paradise, Sweet Christendom.The devil ranted, raged, and spitAnd sent out dæmons from the pitTo challenge party of thirteenWho had scarce time to wipe swords clean.The horsemen dead were mighty foes,With sharp blades and piercing bows‘quipped to sent the party down to fires below.The battle bloody car
The Might of WindA mighty wind came to strike the mountain down,But the mountain was mightier still, and stood tall.A mighty wind came to uproot the trees,But the trees bent with the wind, none uprooted at all.The mighty wind then came to the structures of man,And destruction was made to every hall.Now, given the success of man, versus the strength of the wind,What can be said about nature, if anything at all?
Core Value: IndividualityNot even the mirror copies my image,For I have no image, and that image I seek.I break all molds, all codes, and all directions.I wage war with the world, tongue in my cheek.Man clings to the right as I fly to the left.I am every teenager's guilty pleasure.Though the world looks upon me with scorn,I am held as a rare, precious treasure.Christians need me, and oppressors fear me,For I destroy the shackles of conformity.Who am I? What am I? What am I called?Dear friends, I am Individuality.