Anti Apostasy

Calmaí, o que é que eu estou fazendo?-

Esquecido, o coveiro - não entendo.

Isto aqui não é como se enterrar na areia,

Como formar e contornar em si uma sereia.

Isto daqui é casamento, fechou negócio, selou.

Não quero ninguém aqui, de preto, cantando soul,

Ou blues, sei lá, - esqueceu - canção de morte, de luto.

Será que eu devo enterrar algo ainda tão enxuto?

Pelo menos assim, quando voltar, lhe entrego tudo,

Nada acrescido, mas também nada perdido, eu estudo:

Ganhar é bem-vindo, mas perdendo, o que será de mim?

Acho pior arriscar perder, do que ser assim, servo chinfrim.

Por outro lado, o talento vive em mim, em minha carne.

Seria como pedir para a pistola que se desarme.

Para se desarmar, teria que se desintegrar,

E isso eu com certeza não quero - diz ele ao luar.

Quer saber? Sendo carne o meu talento,

Não vou enterrá-lo ou entregá-lo ao vento,

Pois a carne só se destrói debaixo do pó da terra,

Não germina, não se protege, só se encerra. -

                                                                  E se junta a ele.

Vou deixar de ser esquecido e vou me lembrar:

De minha aparência no espelho e de meu olhar.

Vou ouvir os ensinamentos, e de coração obedecer

Até poder ver Senhor, um dia, num clarão, você descer.

E neste momento, o meu talento, eu tento transparecer.

Dando um pensamento, uma alegoria e o meu parecer.

Possa eu conhecer os netos e descendentes de meu talento,

Me encontrando com Teu amor, como numa onda me rebento.

By The Lightning Knight

I layed down my pen
To stop judging people
'Cause I know, in the end,
We are nothing but equal:

I am dust,
Just like my leaders
We are all mud
When it rains

And it isn't my flesh
That wants to be a seeker
It's the Spirit of God
When it reigns in me

God hasn't proved us
More than we can take
But He has moved us
For our own souls' sake
Under high stakes,
But His joy will be Our strength.

God remembers we are dust
That's why he's working in us
He understands when we rust
So in Him we can surely trust

By The Lightning Knight

This sure does look appealing,
that is, having to bare no more feelings.
It feels comfy, cozy and warm,
And also a good shelter from storm.

'Cause after all, the martyr's corpse
Should be kept protected, of course.
It shouldn't decompose in a hurry,
But take its time, once buried.

I understand you've moved the rock,
That was supposed to be the tomb's lock,
But I still can't seem to find my way out
And I apologize for the offense of the doubt.

I know you can do all things, effortlessly,
But by thinking of leaving, I already miss me.
I miss the glory of being held as one of the heroes,
Which is something I'll lose, if I rise like He rose.

Actually, I won't lose it straight away,
I'll just have to keep on walking your way,
But all I want to do is remember the old days,
And stuck in the past, mourn my present, today.

And yes, I've doubted your promises of welfare,
To give me, after all this is done, a life that is fair.
My faith is an engine that doesn't run anymore,
And I'm wearing skeptic lenses, like I never wore.

So please, rescue me from hanging on this life,
And make me sharp and useful like a brand new knife.
Just like sin leaked in through a man's heart, and drained
Through another man's blood, to remove the stain,

And by a tree access was granted to sin, to destroy,
But by another tree we gained access to the Father's joy,
So do with me, O Lord, that I might tell of what you've done,
And bring me to a place, I have never been brung.

Pull me up from the ground, where I lie, among dead,
Put me on the strong tower, so I see the living, instead,
Pull me up and place me on the city's roof tops,
So that my praises won't drop, but be non-stop.

For I believe, now, that you stand by your words,
And you do care for each one in your herd.
Help me not to go back to the cave you brought me from,
Where Platon lies, asleep, forever apart from the sun.

By The Lightning Knight