What is the message I seek to propagate

Shredding up culture’s agenda and hope

My life distorted like cheese on a grate

Hanging culture like a noose with a rope.

Children of light, shine.

We are our own guillotines

A shallow lifestyle made to fit the gallow

The children of death groan to kill

They live to make me die

But what if I died to make them live?

Children of light, shine.

We can’t conceive of what we conceive

We live like Jacob, greedy and apt to deceive

Birthing so called vessels of life

Whose only cargo elicits death.

Children of light, shine.

How are we going to justify

Living solely to gratify

While the Judge is here to satisfy

Eternal payments due Adonai.

Children of light, shine.

Before it’s too late amplify

Lift the Name of El Elyon, God Most High

Land of death rise, and give unabashed cry!

Lest you drink better tears, fall, and die.

Children of light, shine!

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