Matthew Mossotti

Music and Lyrics by: Matthew Mossotti

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Cross Over Criminal (Lyrics)

By Matthew Aaron Mossotti

Cross Over Criminal

By Matthew Mossotti

Come on, cross over criminal

The Son patrols your whole soul

“Listen, you wanton creature

Lounging in your security

Saying, ‘I am, and there’s none besides me.’

You have said, ‘No one sees me.’

You have trusted your wicked ways.

Saying, ‘I am, and there’s none besides me.’”

Come on, cross over criminal

The Son patrols your whole soul

In spite of all your sorcery,

Stargazing counsel, astrology,

There is not one that can save you.”

Come on, cross over criminal

The Son patrols your whole soul

You’re mind’s eye is corrupted by diseased evolutionism

Spinning, coiling, circular, serpentine logic has you hypnotized

You’re not the way!

You’re not the way!

You’re not the way!

You’re not the way!

Come on, cross over criminal

The Son patrols your hole

Come on, cross over criminal

The Son patrols your whole soul

Little Monster

By Matthew Mossotti

Little Monster, that’s a mighty moan

for a crooked creepster so far from home

Little Monster, chasing girls;

You’re a drooling demon animal

A poison angel got inside you

You’re arsonist spirit blows a fire at life

BUT YOU WANT LOVE!

YOU WANT LOVE!

ALL YOU WANT IS LOVE!

Little Monster, that’s a giant groan

For a twisted trickster in a rabbit hole

Little Monster, hoarding gold;

You’re a dreaming dragon; a falling star

A poison angel got inside you

You’re arsonist spirit blows a fire at life

BUT YOU WANT LOVE!

YOU WANT LOVE!

ALL YOU WANT IS LOVE!

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You’re arsonist spirit blows a fire at life

BUT YOU WANT LOVE!

YOU WANT LOVE!

ALL YOU WANT IS LOVE!

Bauldelaire wrote of the Accuser in his 1864 short story, “The Generous Gambler.” He wrote, “My dear brethren, do not ever forget, when you hear the progress of lights praised, that the loveliest trick of the Devil is to persuade you that he does not exist.” The ever-subtle thought scaffolding of evolutionism (not to be confused with the biological theory of evolution that is merely a late-stage symptom of the philosophical disease of the “ism”) serves to impede many contemporary thinkers from grasping the fundamental premise of truth of existence itself – that creation proceeds from a Creator. My fellow creatures, the most-exquisite phrase that any of us can utter is “I am,” and it proceeds from the image of “I am that I am,” in which our existence was aroused.

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parousia

By Matthew Mossotti

Conditioning agent demons lying circles through your head;

Trip you up and tie you down, scribble nonsense on your heart.

They try to hide Imago Dei vis-à-vis your human being -

- with all their isms and their hate, spinning strung-out theory-tales.

Animal with a soul!

You’re of the world and above;

Animal with a soul!

You’re from the dust, up to Love!

Hurricanes building airplanes in junkyard mathematician’s brains;

Atoms humming harmonies; carbon life-formed symphonies;

Pandemonium pretense perpetrates progress as light.

Among the devil’s greatest tricks is make-believe he doesn’t exist.

Animal with a soul!

You’re of the world and above;

Animal with a soul!

You’re from the dust, up to Love!

Spirit spiral; super-light swirl

Animal with a soul!

You’re of the world and above;

Animal with a soul!

You’re from the dust, up to Love!