now take to the field and we sow
diligent and patient to make the root grow
until the rainfall permeates to the base of the soil
let's wait and pray for new souls
just let his saving grace now take hold
regardless of what the fates now may hold
even though i walk through the valley, the shadow of death
i embrace to make his face known
this one's for the thief as he steals all the seed
to releasing the seas to destroy every vineyard
breaks every branch that was grafted and crafted deceit:
you believe you were never really delivered
i take what is mine: (the) promise, the vows i was given
listen, you could never have them
blind now sees through the lies, the mirage, the illusion,
the apple, and every phantasm
and every so often, the law that was once now installed in my heart tells me that my sins are colossal
let's take what is awful and drop it and watch as they fall and they turn into fossils
stop with the pride that devours
mind is renewed in his power
that which is noble, things that are true
things that are just i'm here to tell you
for the sake of the one who revived me
take now the stone that is beating inside me
replace it with flesh and resuscitate breath
i was flooded in death but your iminent timing
gave me horizons, painful refinement
you took my crooked and gave it alignment
the world will deny it
but you know we will never surrender
we will spit with conviction behind us
now take to the field of the war
the wind now moves in our favor
strengthen the grip of your sword
the fortress falls to our sabres
rain may pour and caress every shoulder
sun may scorch and absorb all the rain
but no ‘force' of our ‘nature' could stop the invasion
expose the dark and arcane
let's ditch our ambition, the mind is deceitful
following your heart at times could be lethal
retake the steeple, dry off the pages, return the sword right back to its people
risk all the comfort the chips that we ante are symbols of all that may botch the assignment
price for disciples, price for revival:
take your desires, your mind and deny it
sheep in the pack of the wolves is the path of the servant, tact of a serpant
black is the wool of a true man of god who confirms that a life with no passion is worthless
passionate verses capture the planet that be held captive by enemy insurgents
boy, you better learn it: you could never fight when your blind when your sin always remedies discernment
the soul's on a quest for the cure
you could ‘distress (the stress)' in the voices
he heals the effects on the heart
regardless the depth of the poison
the day of the harvest is coming
you better not sleep that appointment
let this be just your reminder:
you will reap the reward of your choices
…we are artifex

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