for the jews (you are forgiven)

nightwalker
weep not for these cobblestone baths
little skizzard glossalite talker
please provide me with a buzz
tilted talismans washed ritual robes
and gaze upon the midnight
and take up the words that give light\\
at dark and open up the box
from within, so I can carry the spark
all my life let my sins be forgiven
because I'm brilliant im bedridden
I meditate I feel when clay was made in the mould
myself foretold I think i heard a hidden laugh
about in Edens dark

and yes
i wander the streets of Prague
forbidden a single emanation hidden
a serial killer would of ridden the streets
of all the pestilential given and condemning me
from out of heaven like some sweet angelic harp

and moses walked the long death on
brushed aside his hidden tome created from the bark
not allowed to peek within the land
a man sin scarred would be depressed
as he walks this land of sess and prays out in
the wilderness of sin that now is home
the streets of Prague a revelation
born and created as any other perhaps more poorly loathed and hated
as we debate the Talmuds basis I feel quite like that man that was crucified in Rome
a nightwalker sensed
by god to express in quintessence but poorly rinsed
the water through
deep in the shadows it punched the marrow and pierced goliath through

but I am blessed no murderess was seen
but i witnessed death and showed i was liable
for once he's gone the dust ran out
the breath now gone
and now with only me to look upon
supposedly I am triable
for that I did not do at dawn
but god made the world at evening
excuse me now im rambling on
i dont commit the blood libel
anywhere or even think upon
but i know azazel waits in old zion
a synagogue to pray upon
where i am not in exile