Twin Narrators
*One story told by two diffirent perspectives*
*Narrator 1: Jesus Christ*
This kid was quite nice, Even though he sinned all his life
So he spent all his nights, Tryin to repente back to Christ
Slighty fixin his ties, By whispering cries that drift into sky
His wisdom was blind, So diminished his vision was slight
So sick of his eyes, he despised to even print out the light
This kid was twisted inside, Till he realized he had a heart
Right then the passion sparked,...Right passed his toughts
Passive parts, His massive props, had over lapse the dark
To bring happy thoughts, Then gradually, sadden brought
Madness arts that damaged lots, Damn, what a tragic loss
Another rapper gone, vanished,captured by his own lyrics
Shattered his own spirit, what kinda disasterous soul is this
When every pastor an pope fears it?, But all that changed
Becuase one day he called my name,...At the start of pray
So I paused and wait, And listen as his thoughts explained
His heart was pained, Harmed and slayed, Dark displayed
It fell apart in days, So when it stopped he start complaints
Stall, then starts to talk with God in vein, a promise breaks
He contemplates, then stops the breaks like a parkin space
He starts to stray, He's lost his ways,.....So he walks away
*Narrator 2: The Devil*
Straight from the bottomless pit, Birthed from a army of six
Spawned a problem within, A dark consceince that sinned
He promised hes sick, So twisted he'd spit an vomit on kids
He's like a glitch in a document print, Makin the copier shift
Harnesting the darkest of sins, This kid is obviously a prick
Everyone wishing he'd prolly just quit, but his pain is ageless
Contained an sacred, His brain is basically based on hatred
If he keeps pacing his frame he'd break it, his face is greyish
He's just another face thats nameless, This lame's just basic
His rage is caged in, It's outragous, how hes stays insane an
Slaved to hatred, He paints the pages, that'll end his chapter
So he trys to repente to pastors, clearin the sins he raptured
But It just doesn't happen, As quick as he did the bad work
So now hes pissed an badgured, Wishin he did it backwards
But hes to bussy dishin bad words, Constantly dissin rappers
Always from distant platforms, Mixtures of evil hurt him badly
Diffirent of people murked em nasty, he derserv'd the act see
Actually worse then that heat,... But now his words are fancy
Hes worth the happy, So he got baptise on a church's balcony
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