The Pentateuch

by Your Hands Write History

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Daniel T. Holtzclaw Good bit of music right here. I like everything. Very solid and very good. Favorite track: Golden Keys And Divine Tongues (Eleven Benevolent Elephants).
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released November 11, 2014

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Track Name: The Still Small Voice (The Party Pirates Private Property)
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Track Name: In The Jaws Of The Deep (She Sells Seashells By The Seashore)
A tempest of self disgust rages between two exhausted lungs, so infected with disease, the faint pulse of a declining heart still bleeds. Drumming somewhere deep within me, descending, a tempo slowly starts to fade. Sails of guilt on ships of regret, collapsing, a world built upon greedy sand. Overcome by hopelessness, submerging, why am I so plagued by weakness? What melody I possess in my lungs, screaming, the winds are pregnant with unspoken prayers. Favor me with courage, give me the strength to endure the merciless jaws of the oceans. Though my vessel may be crushed and the waters will make claim to what peace I have left, I will not be moved. Though this earth be destroyed, when hell and the earth collide, I will have peace, I will be still. Listen for my voice. Follow the light home. How can I calm the storms of others when I can’t even breath peace into mine? I raise sovereign monuments in a black hole and the only eyes to view the glory are blind. Time surely dies quickest while we all are sleeping. So I won’t waste my life on days and nights spent dreaming. Wake up oh sleepers, rise from your graves. Time surely dies quickest while we all are sleeping. Rich or poor, young or old, we all fit exactly the same in a box. That of death. Give me a moment with God over a thousand moments of glorious fame. That of life. How peculiar are we to spend the only thing that we truly have. That of time. For the sake of paper and the shriveled constructs of limited minds. That of nothing. Though my vessel may be crushed and the waters will make claim to what peace I have left, I will not be moved. Though this earth be destroyed, when hell and the earth collide, I will have peace, I will be still. It’s by His mercy we are still alive, and by grace He lets us die. Free will costs us everything, but our home in heaven is waiting. My life vanished in a moment. A moment that flashed before my eyes.
Track Name: Golden Keys And Divine Tongues (Eleven Benevolent Elephants)
Enough is enough and I've had more than I can take. Dig up the garden and find her bones, foxes burrow holes in broken homes, to bring down the walls of mighty stone. If I should die before I wake. Enough will never be enough, but any more and surely I will break. I’ll sift through every ruined city, combing through every shadowed alley, to save my love from the hands of the unholy. Bless us Lord, our souls are yours to take. Break the lambs’ legs to keep her from running, but reinforce the bone in her spine. Pull the Lion’s teeth to keep him from killing, and teach his blood lust to subside. King, oh mighty king! Raise an army from our bones. This plague will be the death of unity. Our lust will be the end of purity. My sons and daughters, you were made to be the hands that lift the destitute up. You were made to be the voice that speaks for the silent. You were made to be the blood that heals the wounded. You were made to be the life that resurrects the dead. In your blood flows majesty, my beautiful sister. Blinded by your insecurities, but I see your infinite worth. You do not struggle alone, my beloved brother. Though your heart is submerged in stone, I can see your strength rebuilt. How I wish I had a golden key, to unlock the chains inside of me. Cut me open with serrated knives, set loose the tongue of the divine. Spring up o’ well! Spring up o’ well! Transcribe my heart with quill and ink, or even better let it bleed, as a rushing river upon the streets, to cleanse my shame eternally. Spring up o’ well! Spring up o’ well! Set fire to the withered chaff, burn the throne of the golden calf. Let hatred undue, let love cut through. I will sing, yes I will forever sing. Spring up o’ well! Spring up o’ well! Uncontrolled and without will, may love run deep and our hearts be filled. With bloodied face and broken knees, I will not give what’s left of my strength to me. We have so little time remaining in our lives. So why do we waste it spreading meaningless lies. Now our time is up and there’s no time left to say goodbye. How can we turn our back upon the world that you and I were born to save? Drinking passive corrosion and placing cowards in the shoes of the brave. Put a blade to the old man’s ways and remove his body from the chain on your leg. Put an end to your habitual mistakes or say goodbye to everything that you wanted to be. Say goodbye.
Track Name: Honesty, Give Me Wings (Peter Piper Picked A Peck Of Pickled Peppers)
For an endless moment scripted upon my existence, I embraced myself in lies, I encased myself inside. Within the reaches of my own bones, trapped in a rotting cage, I called my body. I called my home. I set my feet to pacing and my throat to blood filled cries, of yet another man so desperate to feel alive. I long for the day when I'll hear the truth finally spoken rather than lies. I want the truth to be spoken, birthed from my heart and bred from my soul. We all feel alone in this crowded world. We want the love that we refuse to give. You are not alone, I am the hands that made you. You have a purpose and I will see you through. You weren't made for weakness, to be crushed underneath this world, suspended in the universe that you search, for the answers to questions you already know. You already know the truth, but you’re choking on your own tongue. I long for the day when I'll hear the truth finally spoken rather than lies. I want the truth to be spoken, birthed from my heart and bred from my soul. We all feel alone in this crowded world. We want the love that we refuse to give. I'm no longer pacing or screaming in darkness, I'm running towards the light. This world is begging for my return, but I'll never go back. I'd rather die. I’d rather die than bow to her. In my final moment, I look back upon my existence, I’ll cut off every lie, unlock my soul to take flight. I’ll break the reaches of my own bones, to escape this rotting cage, I called my body, cause this earth is not my home. Lay my head to rest in peace, raise my voice to sing the praise, for another man who died for my life. You are not alone, I am the hands that made you. You have a purpose, and I will see you through.
Track Name: Under A Dead Sun's Gaze (The Three Thieves Short Sword Sheathes)
Under the old sun’s gaze, eyes crawling back and forth across the barren earth. Beneath the hands of old graves, bones rolling back and forth in the quicksand. Enslaved to our familiar ways, exhausted to death by the sequence. The broken record always repeats. With clenched fists beating the dead horse, greed tries to bring him back to life, but he has no strength left to lift the hooves that rotted away in time. And the broken bones that build his legs, no they can’t take another step. Let alone compete with grace against all the rats of the human race. Recycled images washing down the walls of our brains. So stuck in our ways. I can’t remember how my skin feels from the kiss of new rain. So stuck in our ways. Lock the children in the warmth of electronic cocoons. We have to set them free. The blind leading the blind in the darkest of catacombs. We have to set them free. Loaded gun take aim and pull the trigger. Release my spirit with the clap of thunder. The broken record always repeats. But who are you and who am I, to judge the days of their lives? I am the killer in the lineup, praying to God that I’m not recognized. But I’d do anything to escape where my sin and I coincide. Our filthy rags try to hide the holes we've been digging in our chests, but the bones of our brothers cry out from the beneath the blood in the quicksand. Ignorance has no bliss for ignorance is blistering our spirit. We are stuck in our graves. So sick of the repetition, of hearing the broken record always repeat. We are stuck in our graves. Loaded gun take aim and pull the trigger. Release my spirit with the clap of thunder. There’s nothing new under the sun, but what if the sun was gone? What would we have left? My God, what would we have left? Our broken heart is stuck on repeat, but it’s time to break the pattern and set the record straight.