Human Resources - Billy Woods

Grave is the fertile womb

Born again through empty tomb

One prophet twelve goons

Worship suns crescent moons

The Creator at his loom

Air shimmers in sand dunes

Sunstruck

Dead dinosaurs dissolve, gassed up

The muezzin calls

1000 Israeli gunbutts arrayed on Solomon’s walls

The curved blade cuts

The lamb thrashes

Steel sharpens steel, a thrown stone bashes

Bloody hands thrust skyward

The mob heaves

For debts older than fire

Niggas Bleed just like us

Tremble in the shadow of volcanoes that might bust

Everyday Struggle ten absolutes

Got A Story To Tell

The most perfect truth;

Death is eternal life

Hell is to exist with his light eternal night

Cold to the bone

Copper on eyelids I’m coming home

Cruel deities, fashioned from circuits and wire

Nimrod’s shimmering tower reaching higher and higher

We bent lightning and strode through the fire

Cracked the Earth, conquered the skies

Captured space and time

We headed thataway, as the crow flies

As the pilotless drone glides

Only problem with being your own god is you still gotta die

Cast spells as you might

Late nights in labs practicing animal sacrifice

All under the watchful gaze of intelligent satellites

Pull fact from fiction like light separated by a prism

Surrounded by telescreens, advanced surveillance systems

Kaczynski’s in prison

Danse Macabre, entranced by Mars.

Heaven, Earth, then light!

Watch nuclear fission through black goggle

Lead bunker

The King approves

Magicians peddle baubles

The High Priests deal in absolutes

Exotic theorems, equations and infinite loops