Call of Shinar

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MAY I HAVE THIS DANCE?
I AM NOT WHO YOU THINK
REPUTATIONS CAN LIE
I AM NOT A THREAT
YOU'LL SEE I'M QUITE CHARMING
HEAR ME OUT 
YOU'LL NEVER BE HAPPY 
WITHOUT ME

OPEN UP THE DOOR
BITE THE APPLE 
A FRUIT PLEASING TO THE EYE
YOUR HORMONES 
WREATH SWEET DEATH 
ON THE CORTEX

CURSES OF BLOOD 
WORD-SLAYED BY HUBRIS
BUT IN DENIAL 
FALSE BIOLOGY
A REAL HATE 
THAT FUNDS CORRUPTION
BLUE BRUISES
A PATH OF EASE 
HELPS ENTRAP YOU 
WITH THE HEART'S GROOVES

HIS HURT MEN 
A NUTTY ZOO 
UNDER A GRAY SMOG
MEN WEPT 
EVERY MOMENT A GRATER
WHERE PRIDE WHIPPED 
ABASED SOULS 
THE LAND ENTOMBED

SO WHY RESIST? 
RUN TOWARDS FLESH
SIMPLY CHOOSE 
A TREAT OR TWO 
OFT-EYED

SCALY OG-GNOSIS 
RECUSES HIS WORD 
ROTS THE MAINSTAY
ODD MOTH-EATEN LOGIC
CAPTURES WEAK HEARTS

RUN FOR ME 
SO THAT I KNOW 
OUR TRUE LOVE 
IS NO LIE 
LIE WITH ME 
SLURP UP RAW HURT

HANDLE PUCE OARS
DEAD VIKING 
SIN SWARMS IN HATRED
BERTHED NEARBY LIES
IN A HARBOR OF WASTE 

COURTS OF EELS 
ALL BOWED TO AZAZEL
ID-SNAKES WRITHING
IN EVIL LUST 

IN BLINDNESS
SINGED ROBES 
BETRAY DANGER
A GUIDE IS NEEDED
HOPE SWIMS 
IN ROCKY SHOALS 
BUT HOLDS A ROPE
OF TWO THOUSAND FEET

THE SEEDS OF REBELLION
SPRING UP BITTERLY
HEATED ANGER
SUNS THE OIL-SLICK 
OCEAN WAVES 
WITH POLLUTED GLINTS
AS AN IRON WIND BLOWS

ASH PHOTOS 
FADE IN SUNLIGHT 
SMALL HELP TO REMEMBER
SEPIA BLED BY TIME 
ARTIFACTS 
OF A PASSING AGE
BEFORE BOOTH CHANGES 
ARE SEEN IN MY HOME 

SAFE FROM SIN 
ONCE DEAF 
NOW THE HEARD 
LAUGH
SMILE 
SONS 
DAUGHTERS 

AGE NEEDS
BUT YOUTH BLEEDS
IT IS TOO ODIOUS 
TO NAME SINS
HID DESIRE 
RETURNED TO LIGHT 
WITHERS
NO SHAME 

TURN TO BLESSED HORIZONS
A FUTURE OF GLORY 
TEN THOUSAND 
TIMES TEN THOUSAND 
BEGINNINGS



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Subtext 1: HIS WORDS ARE AS SMOOTH AS BUTTER, BUT HE HARBORS ANIMOSITY IN HIS HEART. HIS WORDS SEEM SOFTER THAN OIL, BUT THEY ARE REALLY LIKE SHARP SWORDS. (Psalm 55:21 NET) 





































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Subtext 2: THE SONS OF ELI WERE WICKED MEN. THEY DID NOT RECOGNIZE THE LORD'S AUTHORITY. (1 Samuel 2:12 NET) 



































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Subtext 3: BOTH GO TO THE SAME PLACE, BOTH COME FROM THE DUST, AND TO DUST BOTH RETURN. (Ecclesiastes 3:20 NET) 













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