(blak keys EP intro) (the formal invite to divorce religion)

To, The Listener:


Dear You,
To start off with this exposition
I refuse to attempt to be didactic or super spiritual, flaky, or religious
By any means, type, sort, or function
Because I'm lacking the vernacular to adequately capture
His immaculate stature, and His love for Mary Magdalene
But still i grab this torch, and use His word like a lit match
And then attempt, to make an accurate depiction of His Majesty...

But let's go back a bit
So I can relate, and expose my heart's true conditions
My marriage to the soul killer, eloping with Religion
I practiced righteousness with consistency in being didactic
But convinced the lost and hurting to go play in some bad traffic
I've received knowledge from Gnostic's
And gotten Words of Wisdom from Prophets
But lived my natural life as a spiritual armature - equivalent to a novice
Shaken hands with dope dealers
While striking pose's in the club
Making out with chicks i just met - that were lit off prescription drugs
Was listless towards the Body of Believers
And hated Christianity
Breathing threats of disdainment
Poking fun and using profanity
Ready to put my father in the hospital
For mistreating my entire immediate family
For trying trying to hurt my mother
I've blocked out everything that he's saying to me
I've licked my lips to the satisfaction
Off of women in scantily clad clothing
Nude women from just right to plus size
Images lead me to self groping
Was hurt by the lies my Pastor told me
More specifically, what he didn't say
I blamed him for the fact that i had gone astray
I've been woken up by demon spirits
Holding my body down like a shell of a man in a casket
Hand over my mouth like a tight mask - it's
So hard to breath, and my heart would pump feverishly drastic
And the laughter of this lame called 'shame'
Would haunt me for days after the arrest
Had never met him, but i knew him before he came
My identity has been a misconstrued - dismantled - overly trampled version
Of a zombie type emotionless - disgruntled dangerous, cage-less animal
I've boiled over more times than a neglected tea kettle
And popped off like Latifa in the 'set it off girls' while winning a gold metal
Justified my actions while using the excuse of being practical and pragmatic
But been a stench in the nostrils of God giving the aroma of bad cabbage
Wasted money on things that i can't even tell where they are
Having to scrap my life up off the ground after being run over by a car

I've question every relationship that I've ever possibly had
Including the most prolific one - between the Father God - i call Him dad
And He used to call me son
Until I was seduced by His antagonist
I married His arch rival
Having intercourse with all her lavishes
Her tone of being prone to invincibility
And freedom from being vulnerable
Was tempting enough for me to pack my stuff up
Saying 'I'm going home with you!'
She called me away from leadership
Showing me that I didn't need any spiritual guidance
That I could trust her knowledge of self - and she would be my protector, my provider
Taught me how to be didactic and polished
Introduced me unknown tongues
Told me I'll never let you go my love
So on her truth I hung
She confirmed my hearts cries and justified my insecurities
And helped me hide my true nature, selling a definite cure for me
Blinded me to immutable facts about the origin of beauty, goodness, the Nature of God's Love, the truth's that operating outside of what the church walls does
I was dependent on her, and followed her hip twist like a home sick puppy
But end the end, it was God's saving power that only allowed her to cut me
Trust me, she was going for the kill like the bride pursued bill
And hit pressure points on my judgment until i fell down ill
And the pain of defeat and betrayal lied adjacent to my bed
As she walked back and forth over my still body not sure if i was dead
In my comatose, i was spiritually gritting my teeth
While gripping the sheets
At a loss for reality
Daily and nightly
I couldn't sleep
I tossed and tumbled
Would rise and mumble
Like driving through a jungle on speed
Listening to Cambria and Coheed
But then God spoke a promise of trust...
It was Jesus or bust
And i was exhausted from the play fighting like Knuck if you Buck

And with everything in me, i got up in various apparel and strangled my enemy
Mangled her face like a thousand bee stings or poisonous sea anemone
I beat religion with the only weapon i use that's partnered with love
It's hard like a fierce shove but gentle a white dove
It's trust....

Truly and terrific
Top of the line
Terror to top dog's with dollars signs
Is the truth of the time
That's toppling over the subconscious mind
Take caution, and timidly
Think before you take immediate action
'Cause truth tip-toe's on the tomb
The entrance to your hearts tavern

Revolutionarly rigorous
Right when you needed a raunchy reading
A rope-a-dope with Paul Oakenfold
That's telling you to slow your role preceding
Readily respective
Running the course
Regardless of what your used to too
Is this group of 'really rough and tough guys'
That's bringing you the good news!

Unconstrained from undermining
The untold stories of the ubiquitous
While unrelenting to understand this unity
Hoping that you get with this
Uncontrollable chaos
Mixed with unfailing love
Understood stance of your position
With the Lord in the Heavens up above

Stories of laughter,
And stepping stones to serious divine interventions
Saying I love you again
Being unhindered by various scripture mentions
A sap to swell love songs
Circling the circumference of the Son of Man
Setting your seat sideways and saddled up
Soaking up on the Sabbath again

Telling all tales topical
Relating to those in tip top shape
To turn around for once
And seek to give with nothing to take
No longer tribal over trivial matters
Tripping over stumbling block
'Cause my hearts been tattooed in Tatuine
Traveling to His lot and then stopped

So I invite you in formally, to divorce any form or shred religion
And come into a place of Glory
That you prayed to raise your kids in
Forget about our talents
Forget about us
And look past the music
Seek to have trust

Yours Truly,
.........