Mysterion is “ah ha,” you go home and think about it, you won’t get the message right then and there, but you go home and you think about it and you say, “aright I see, aright I get it now”

Verse 1:
Listen to my pen cry, sadly weeping the grief that is inside
I’m the author, this is what I offer, a fourth of my universe
Forever said and unsaid I spew the verse
I’m the driver of the hearse that’ll carry me
And the hand lifting up the land that’ll bury me
‘cause when I die the cocoon bursts
Spawning the fear and darkness the moon cursed
Let the righteous prevail and the evil will
Yet the evil prevails with the evil spells
For the seed that was planted to grow strange fruit
I’m the weed that was damaged from those same roots
My mind’s eye got the earth quantized
With the perfect grid the serpent hid
On a virgin’s bed I nap into my sleep
I combat combat in Iraq
Mom forgive me, my will is weak
This beat is killing me so I’ma kill this beat
I said mother forgive me, my will is weak
This beat is killing me so I’ma kill this beat

Verse 2:
I’m consistently inconsistent
Probably the only thing consistent in human existence
I can run the distance and stay right here
All in the same second rearrange light years
Pisces in high Cs and low ones
Allow two extremes of yin and yang son
Meta slang from the tongue of Langston
Strong as the songs that Marvin Gaye sung
I don’t play drums, my heart’s a metronome
Daily it fades, the art is etched in stone
I should run, I succumb though to my fate
I am done, I am none, no maybe wait
I’m more than a great seer
The imagination of Shakespeare or Coltrane’s ears
The death of those who exed Brother X
Neo-theologians with flows in excess, ha
Verse 3:
How can you expect, nah wait a minute
How can you expect soul from the soulless one?
At the table of Abel we stole the crumbs
With the fork of affliction it pierced the meat
And this is the house made of fear and grief
In which Eros died and Logos lives
The imbalance of the universe promotes this
This is the dirge heard by the deaf child
Seen by the blind man in the X-Files
Now, as we compose and decompose
And the speech teach the scrolls and seize its souls
I won’t betray the land with e-g-o
I wanna bathe the lawless CEO who rules with the iron fist
And the lion (*pauses*) y’all finish it