I write because it's the "Epitome".
"The pit of me"?
Is it ride or die, live and be free?
The salt of the earth...
I try to be, but my flavoring is seasonal,
I come with constant change,
Growing and spurring with the grains of sand passing through the hour glass;
The Modern Man...
Mundane, and yet the same.
"BLESS IT BE THE NAME OF THE LORD!"
The Lord my God,
You may call him Allah,
Arm, Leg, Leg, Arm, Head
Reach to the sky,
"Father please hold me as I run this course."
My head is cloudy,
but you are of me and I am of you.
"Feed me, Hear me, Cloth me, Love me,
The modern man.
In his image I was created.
For "Was" is a noun; moving in person, place or thing.
I am moving in person,
As a place of refuge I stand
A force to be reckon...
And as you place your eyes judgement upon me,
know it is his judgement that I must with stand,
"For I am the salt of the earth."
Ride or die, live and be free,
but my flavoring is seasonal,
I come with constant change,
growing and spurring with the grain of sand passing through the hour glass;
The modern man,
mundane, yet the same
"The Epitome" of Arm, Leg, Leg, Arm, Head...
The modern man;
"BLESS IT BE THE NAME OF THE LORD WHO LIVES
in the PIT of me."
