Author’s note: This is a work of fiction. The only thing real about this story is the music.
Our Father, who art in heaven, deliver us from evil. Have mercy upon thy body of work. We are the children of madonnas, women who have experienced little deaths to ensure that we walk through life with no scratches. However, despite their best efforts, we are still destined to fall, descendants of primordial sin.
Spring into us life anew, turn our winters of discontent into glorious summers. Blur our hands and erase our signatures from foolishly dotted lines. Break us free from our infernal prisons and allow us to share in the adoration of the magi. Let us behold the mural of your mysterious ways and be enveloped in your tapestry woven with salvation and resurrection.
Amen.
Further Watching
[1] Akira (1988)
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This is dope … very inspiring from a song writing stand point too. And, I like the pray tone a lot. That subtitle “a pray of the children of catastrophe” impresses on my sprit of how serious of this fiction we call rap really is.