GOD - Creation Project part 7

Note - of course years later I know that God rested on the seventh day not the eighth
P.s this note will make sense once you hear verse 1 😉

Who happened to make creation and pulled a bone
From Adam to make Eve they sinned, hope man will atone
Who made the animals that roam the land you call home?
And told the lions in the pit to leave Daniel alone?
Who cursed Egypt? And with Rome who had the worst beef with?
Had a son should have kept his birth secret!
Go get a bible pick any verse read it…
Your souls survival depends on the words believe it!
Be strong of faith regard the message on the page
Live honest ways I’ll never bar the blessed from my gates
Who made the earth in seven days and rested on the eighth?
To whom do angels serenade with blessed songs of praise?
And if you swear to be good and live carefully and bear with me
You would be there with me in heaven there would be no therapy
Let me take ya there with me prepare to meet your maker…
I’m everything that you see… the sweet vapour
Rising up from a deep crater stare at the sea your staring at me
I’m the words on a sheet of paper the air that you breathe!
The way was thru Jesus who was to lead ya to but
Who was ruthlessly given up by Judas the deceiver…?
Julius Caesar didn’t believe my power neither…
Two thousand years later he’s now a devout believer!
And if you come to my church no bringing out the reefer…
If your one of the worst folk in the house I leave ya…
If you’re under a curse yo I’m about to free ya…
If you hunger or thirst open your mouth I’ll feed ya
Cure the crowd of fever, bow to me the
Alpha and omega, proud leader…the lord you’re GOD!


POOR…SICK…MEN…YOU’LL…READ…THE…TRUTH
FOR…GIVE…THEM…WHO’LL…NEED…THE…PROOF

I dreamed Jehovah met me when
I schemed and rolled with deadly men
Screaming “don’t forget me friend”
A poet and I hold a heavy pen; I know I’m ready then,
A soldier on the road to Bethlehem
Decoded letters in the Old Testament found no message
So I go to questioning posh accountants and old Mexicans
Washed at fountains spoke to medicine men at the tops of mountains
Took a load of mescaline don’t know if Gods around since There’s no evidence just gospel albums
Hoped for better things on the road I met a prince
Though dead ever since who knows? The dude spoke with eloquence who stole the pharaoh’s rings?
Rode with desert kings rode too close to elephants
Trampled to death rose from the dead again
Been a ghost ever since
I guess Heaven some souls never glimpse
Folks never sin get your halos and get your wings
Stay close when the host of Heaven sings
Just in case the gates close and everything’s
Turned pear shaped men waiting to learn their fate…
Then Satan burning with bare hate
Though I know he exists? Don’t know if Jesus lives
Teach us this…please assists I spoke to preachers and bishops’
Even teachers of physics seeking Egyptian sisters
Steeped in secrets of mystics…these are statistics
But they didn’t help yes I lost days a living Hell…
I guess Gods face is hidden well…
They should Listen All I seek is the truth
On a sacred mission all I need is the proof…


POOR…SICK…MEN…YOU’LL…READ…THE…TRUTH
FOR…GIVE…THEM…WHO’LL…NEED…THE…PROOF