CHORUS:
Flipping Dreads or Tales,
and landing on a Risk,
In the Prolific Prophetic,
concerning the That-N-This.
For it's not Heads or Tails,
in the flipping of a Coin,
But it's Dreads or Tales,
in an Election's Overturn Rerun.
What's the Correlation,
of the Patmos Experience,
I couldn't see the clearance Appearance,
until I regained Coherence.
For after seeing what John saw,
along with alotta things he Didn't,
Of the Aftermath on the Path,
in the views of the Forbidden Smitten.
I was cautioned by the Angel,
to hear the wailing of the Yells,
In the Fret of the Death Threat,
concerning Dreads or Tales.
1.
When John was on the Isle of Patmos,
in the reception of a Vision,
Who was the Prophet in the old,
concerning the Valley of Decision.
What's the cause of Derision,
that brought about the Incision,
Is it a Invitation or a Doom,
or maybe both in Division.
Which is Mathematical,
with a Calculated Significance,
But it can't be Enumerated,
without insurmountable Resistance.
But if it can be Accountable,
unto the limit of a Tally,
From the profound perspective,
in an after the Party Vote Rally.
Where the Elective of the Selective,
is in a Charge of Public Malfeasances,
From the Manipulation of Wordings,
on a list of angry mobs with Grievances.
Concerning the Occupational Hazzards,
involved in Massacred Bloody Riots,
And if Curiosity is a Murderer,
what's the Numbers for the Quiets?
When the Silence to the Violence,
comes outta Stealth Mode,
That's when the Grits hit the Skillet,
and the upper Ceilings Explode.
CHORUS:
2.
With plenty Out Parcels available,
but you've gotta Keep it Rollin',
How many Identities Stolen,
from missing body's long Swollen.
Without a Thirst Stop of Thoughts,
in the Deceitful Apprehension,
Hotter than 'You can't stand the Heat',
you better - 'Stay outta the Kitchen'.
For in the cahoots was the Dragon,
in the plot with a big old Grizzly Bear,
That brought the Dogs to the Set,
in the Scare of a Nightmare.
Verified and Certified,
Bona Fide and Validated,
Like a Piranha boldly Swimming,
in ferocious Jaws waters Underestimated.
Like right turn here left at light,
drive-thru entrance in one Mile,
For a ready QPC on a Dial,
a Quick Pickup Chauffeur Death Style.
Bloody drenched in your habitat,
eaten alive from the Inside,
Then washed up on the shore,
in the waves of a small Tide.
For when the lungs are hung,
it's like the ingesting of Cyanide,
And in the NO BREATH DRY DEATH,
the CROAKING SOAKING is Applied.
CHORUS:
MCREV
