Christopher Hitchens - DOOMSDAY 7TH TRUMPET lyrics

[Intro - Christopher Hitchens] Not Scorning The Tree Delightful Children Who Are Everything To Me and Who Are My Only Chance of Even a Glimpse of a Second Life, Let Alone an Immortal One, And I'll Tell You Something, If I Was Told to Sacrifice Them to Prove My Devotion to God, If I Was Told To Do What All Monotheists Are Told To Do and Admire the Man Who Said, "Yes, I'll GUT MY KID to Show My Love of God" I Would Say.. NO, fu*k YOU [X-FLAME] Spiritual Tests and Heartburn's Life Is a School Ain't No Wrong Turns In order to Know Truth You Gotta Choose The Right Terms We Doomed To Fell But Hell is a Cla** With Lessons That You Must Learn The Soul Must Earn Strips To Become God-Like If You Ain't On The Cross You Ain't Christ The Cross Meaning Being a 4 Way Being All Seeing Overstanding Being All, Becoming One, Being Life With Opposites and Duality, Ain't No Wrong and Right Good and Evil are Equal Forces The Difference is Sight Before Light Separated From Darkness There Was No Eye For Day and Night The Gods Are Above That Cause They Have Spire Insight To See From The Highest Perspective A God is a Consciousnesses Collective Channeling Forces of Different Energies In Formation Forming Lifeforms With Psycho Genetic Memories Spiritual Codes You Can't Read Without Psychic Abilities Before The Satanic Matrix Speech Communication Was Telepathy Your Definition of Logic Is Insanity We All Life In Human Form, There's No Humanity Every Soul Has a Nature, At The Core We Closer to The Creator Embracing The Bond and The Connection Makes the Spirit Greater The Only Law is The Cosmic Law, There's No Other Law Maker The Anti Nature is The Only Law Breaker Life is a Giver.. Yeah.. d**h is The Taker Decode 010 and 101, My Point is Direct Like Laser The 24th Letter Doing You a Favor, The Codes I Break Are Major I Hide My Mathematical Equations Like Inmate Hiding a Sharp Razor Its My Destiny To Go Through The Flames Eventually Like Rolling Papers X is Inter Dimensional Not a Freak of Nature Its Unquestionable If Spirits are Real Ask The Rasta;s from Jamaica How It Feels To Smoke Herbs and Speak to The Trees In the Forest I Got The Keys like Horus, Left No Room for a Hook Cause There's No Need to Repeat the Chorus One is Deep The Other is Shallow, Bruce Lee and Chuck Norris