Couldn’t Take (circa. December 6th, 2009)

The Evolution of Eloquence

Couldn’t Take

Transcribed from the mind of: James Revels III

When I fall, I fall in his hand,

Born to crawl, all over this land,

Filled with oceans, filled with this sand,

Intended to heal, this dead man,

Swimming in this lake, made of fire,

Ruled by this most, demonic sire,

A country made of, thieves and liars,

Bound by chains grow, ever tighter,

Dirtied up, this most cleanest slate,

Ate the food, off this dirty plate,

After this crime, can’t contemplate,

Sins so ingrained, this God, couldn’t take.

(December 6, 2009)

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