Just kinda wrote up some craziness that was on my mind at 4 in the morning I guess. Tryin to work on my flow a lil bit just might be gettin some recording soon so ya know

When God brought his hand down to calm me,
I snatched that fuckers wrist and pulled him down with the zombies,
Like 'Why the fuck did you have to take my best friend',
Screamin 'Whats the lesson in talkin to dead men',
Walk with no presence just a dull body
Hearin voices, somethins wrong with my skull prolly,
Every string of consciousness grabs hold and pulls strongly,
Step down from my noose and use the rope to pull zombies,
From the grave so I can say 'Hey, have you met Jesus, son of God?'
But all they can think about is biting each one of my thumbs off,
So now I stand in a field full of tombstones,
Sayin Jesus it's nice to meet ya welcome to your new home,
Hell moved up a couple feet, Jail rules now you're stuck with me,
Fell through all so suddenly that male you hail true is nothing see,
I'm running through the fucking forest being chased by hungry corpses,
Everything that was important's replaced by cunning forces,
We take our bloody horses through gates on the stunning warships,
Late but unimportant to take all of the chords and erase wat was before it,
Rockin chairs on bloody porches, you locked me there, I fucking forfiet,
Yellin I love my dad but he's never here so I kinda find it funny yours is,
Like mine was unimportant shit why you gon' ignore it,
Fight until the shore's hit with the trash left by the tidals that come before it,
Rhyme's becomin borin, mindless dumb performance,
Like the I'm one that your with but twice of wat the score is,
Life becomes a chore then you die. end of story,
2 choices live it boring or die while you're preforming,
So Jesus answer me this, why the fuck are we lost here,
This place we chase has been hell ever since we got here,
But he couldnt speak we're too busy with this guys own problems,
Distracted to save me like oh God makin me knife those robbers,
Makin me fight stone goblins in ice cold lava
Sayin'Godammit this crown is killin me and the thorns are showin,
The longer you ignore the poet the faster both his horns'll grow in