Is This A Dream? (feat. Project 86) - Sup The Chemist, Project 86

My millennium skills

Are taking over like computers

Leaving large warts on the tongue of intruders

When they try to follow my patterns

Capture my plutonic ambiance

I leave upon the audience

My skills are dangerous

Contagious likes pink eye

You came to close

Now you are contaminated

The clonites hate it

The government is concerned

So they put Scully &Mulder on the case

But I move very quickly

And I’m very hard to trace

Like Tim the tool man’s neighbor

Know one has really seen my face

I live by grace

Ushering in a ecclesiastical out pours

One this world has never sees before

I have no title

But they still try

But every time they get close

Like a maggot I fly

South over the sea

Watching for the rise

Of the beast called blasphemy

Blessed with all authority and earthly power

At his command

Upon him I stare

As he comes out the water

With feet shaped like a bear

As they touch dry soil

My emotions began to boil

I like a shot at one of his seven heads

With the intention of spoil

But he continues on his journey

Not even concerned with me

Walked &stopped at the equator

Healed his wound

Then pulled another beast out of the a tomb

Now out of the tomb he stands

With 2 horns like a lamb

But seen in the natural realm

As a normal man

Possessing the same power’s

He economically devours

Doing great miracles

Sucking in doubters

He tell all homosapien’s

The first beast is greater

Be destroyed or worship your savior

He is now established his self as the man

Tells the presidents

To unify the world by

Putting a mark on to everyone’s

Right hand

The world’s not rebelling

Because the stage has been set tight

Flood the world with violence

So you think that it’s right to take the mark of the beast

Which is looked upon as a symbol of peace

And it is a peace

A piece of your eternal spirit

Is what I scream

As I stand in front of you

But you don’t here a thing

Now that I’ve been spotted

And I’m on the run

From four horse men

I ditch them

Lay down by a rock

With the thoughts of resting

Then out of the sand

Came a giant scorpion

He rose ready to strike

Then all of a sudden

From my forehead came forth a light

Pulverizing the scorpions sight

He ran off screaming frantically

I stood up in bewilderment

Wondering what happen to me

Why am I not dead?

I look to the sky

To find a reflection of my face

&Across my forehead it reads

Saved by grace