“I’m Going To Cut You” (only love)

Who are you to make me fear

It’s clear, that which I won’t profane calls you near

But step to me?

Have you taken off your shoes?

Covered your eyes?

Who do you think you hear?

I will be hated everyday

For not confining

What I dare not profane

If you call me an antiChrist; good!

You know where is Wisdom

Go there Now

Tell them, there is a multi-headed beast

Consuming the foundations

And to cut off their very heads

And seal the wounds

For all have been deceived

Becoming the beast itself

No I don’t think I’m a prophet

I’m not ridiculous

I’m just a dude

It’s art

I do not seek to offend

But to inspire reflection