I’m a sheep but I have the mentality of a lion,

 Searching for Zion, and Babylon, in the fires of Judea.

This so called land, this so called peace, they say

Has a king with 7 heads tempting me with closure.

Closure filled with murder, closure filled pleasure,

In the end no matter how sweetened it is, it’s still called sin.

But every time I open my eyes I see more people take a,

Bite of his crimson apple.

I despise this, but I live so I still walk his lands,

Yet these lands are not his, but the populace makes it so.

I want peace, so I preach,

So I write, and I search for it.

But how can I find peace or this so called Zion in this limbo we live in,

When the populace is turning it into the fires of Judea.