Tuesday, June 12, 2012

1,000 Words by Swordman Goldsmith


1000 words?  That's 1000 swords.  That's 1000 angels moving in one accord.
That's 1000 chances to give thanks and praise to the LORD.
That's a 1000 word psalm 1000 words long.  1000 opportunities to show myself strong.
1000 chances to prove I'm a son of the Creator.  1000 opportunities to move now,
instead of move later.
1000 words to show love and show all haters, the power of love over hate is always much greater.
1000 beams of light to shine in the darkness.
That's 1000 wings of flight to fly on this carpet.
Like King Soloman's son with the ring and the seal, submitting 1000 demonds, before me they kneel.
To lay 1000 bricks for the Template of the LORD.
Like King David with 1000 strings in my harp.  To cast out the demons that plague men's hearts.
Like Moses with the Rod and stuff, I part the Red Sea.  And take 1000 steps to the other side free.
The Red Sea is these bars, my back holds the scars,
Of slavery in Egypt.  It's prison, you see it?
The pyramids are giant tombs where kings and pharoahs rest in 1000 rooms.
With 1000 gates and one key.  Where only initiated prophets can see. 
How to awake and escape to the promised land.  If you want to go, then take my hand.
I'll show you the way from night to day.  From night to the light that shines 1000 times bright.
No pain, no crying, no sickness, no dying, no stealing, no lying.
Give me 1000 weeks, I'll give you 1000 truths, 1000 reasons to hope for the future of our youths.
From 1000 cans of play-doe to 1000 legos, to 1000 schollarships to college, watches they go.
To 1000 professionals in 1000 fields, for the vehicle of a better world with 1000 wheels.
Give me 1000 words, that's 1000 chances for 1000 word-songs and 1000 dances.
1000 bricks to lay and build instead of destroy.  1000 opportunities to lead the girlds and boys.
To keep it real and keep it clean, cause little eyes are quick to glean, anything we leave for them like little cubs inside the den.
Thousands of hungry mouths to feed, so always watch what kind of seed,
You saw for them cause it will come back, 1000 times magnified attack.
Your perfect plans, for success and have you in prisonman, on the other hand,
plant 1000 good seeds for the youths to see 1000 good trees,
with 1000 good shoots bearing 1000 good fruits.  That's more seeds for one million more trees.
Watch that first 1000 multiply indefiniately.  When those little eyes see, how to sow good seed,
and grow good trees, how much more good fruit, will be planted by the youths?
What 1000 times better the earth will be?  Imagine the streets when they're crime free.
And ask yourself how can this be!  Asl yourself 1000 times.  I'll answer you in 1000 rhymes.
Words are power, power is sound.  Sound is seed planted in the ground.
The gound's the earth, that will give birth.
Take the word PLANT and add the "E" between the "N" and the "T,"
and you get the word PLANET.  Now you see?
Take off the "T," and you have PLANE, to fly 1000 miles higher than the pain.
PLANT the PLANET, fly the PLANE, above the coulds, above the rain,
1000 miles per hour and reach my throne.  See my crown with 1000 stones.
Precious jewels times 144.  Thousand chosen ones using words to settle the score.
Take the "S" off from the WORDS and put it in front. 
The WORDS become weapons, SWORD with which you can hunt.
And tear down the evil that hides in high places, to cutoff the mask that's hiding their faces.
Now take those WORDS and use the SWORD like a shining silver stake,
and drive it through the serpent's heart so that you can make,
the antidote for those who smoke, the crack, the coke, and shoot the dope.
Mingle the blood of the serpent with the blood of the lamb.  Stir it 1000 times and then you can,
give it to the 144, who came from the heavensto settle the score.
Let them mix it with their WORDS and pour, it out for the people to use as a cure.
No more deaht, no more crime, no more lame, no more blind.
Give me 1000 words and I'll make a new creation.
Words are how GOD HIMSELF built the universe with various permutations.
HE graved, HE hewed, HE laid, HE spewed, out 1000 combinations.
With 22 letters, HE spun one verse - who could have done better?
HE is inside of me, so give me 1000 words and I say Let there Be!
Light in the earth, Let her give birth,
to 1000 words 144 times.  That's 144,000 swordmen standing in line.
Ready to move at my command.  All chosen ones, I'm a chosen man.
King David I.  Yhwhshi Eliyahu here to conquer the land.  And stand
1000 times stronger for 1000 years.  1000 times longer standing in no fear.
See, this 1000 words I'll take as a gift, take a little dirt and proceed to spit,
make a misture of mud and use it to lift,
the veil from their eyes that blinded the nations.  As I wash off the mud they feel the sensation,
mind, body and spirit in righteous penetration, 1000 times more healed.  1000 times more real.
1000 times more love my people can feel.
Give me 1000 words, I'll give you new life, new heavens, new earth, new oceans, new birth.
1000 words powers and sounds, 1000 bricks to lay, 1000 swords to slay, 1000 harps to play,
1000 rhymes to sing, 1000 words to say.
1000 youths planting 1000 seeds, yeilding 1000 shoots inside 1000 trees,
that's 1 million new plants for the nations to see.  That's 1000 demons submitted to me.
One ring, one crown, 144,000 jewels and one key.
One aim, One God, One tue destiny. 1000.


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