Byzantine

Taking Up Serpents

No religion persuades me but the religion inside of me

I'm alive

Tower of Babel fell for a reason the tongues that you speak is laid of flies

Your not anointed to take up the serpent you've

Backslid on all of your faith

This line to heaven shall not fit you in no room for such a disgrace

You deserve fire

Fire set alight

Burns the mark in my soul brilliantly

Rise following signs

I am catatonic the spirit is inside

Glory beâ?¦

I burn all the bridges I see

We pull in sunder instantly

Embody the laws of all hate

A latticework of pseudo-faith

Why wait? Subjugate forcing the gospel outside it's own gate

This is an intimate portrait of faith of believers who fear the same fate

Lead me from hell with salvation cocktails I deny any treatment you praise

Fiction looks best when it's dipped in deceit of your

Brush arbor meetings a virulent sweep in disguise