Ricky Lewis Biography

Walk to the sun, my friend
For it shall never set on your side
And never bow your head
As the star will warm you inside
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Six days wrought a smoldering existence, the start of a tragedy
Genesis to Revelation, create a chaotic inharmonic malady
A strike at the tightly wound heartstrings, lacerated soul,
Are we all nothing but what we form as a whole?
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Point, this sight is unsound, fairest in the loving coal
Golden light beams down to my incandescent soul
Cold copper structure rise infinitely, the sky stained blights
Surrounded by millions of suns, millions of lights
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Suffering in the womb of Elohim, damned and diseased
An empire with foundations planted in the soil of ignorance
A perfect creation defiled through rape and perjury
A vengeful lords wrath composed vile dissonance
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Screaming at the top of your lungs
Buried beneath six feet of hell
Clawing, digging, scratching, seething
Towards the faintest light that signs demise
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