The Angel Moroni's Gilded Chamberpot

I breathed into your soul, the syllable of your nickname
Defied my bleeding chest,-- I failed the test!-- so I am to blame
These veins, they pulsed for real
Conquistadores bowed and kneeled
Imagine how I feel
To know that I lost the one who once claimed
Me?

I swallowed wind, my Fathers sinned: Sword of Flame
Does swing, takes wing, bling bling, recalls my shame
My fears, they are arrears
They feed my empty tears
Mashed between indiff'rent gears
But Isaac Hayes could call us Clears:--
We!

Another myth
Joseph Smith
Tarnished plates
Brigham Young
Bearded, strong
Altered states

The Chosen rowed across stormy seas
Just that you might hear my pleas
Translating the Rosetta Stone
That I might not feel so alone

The first stone, at my own head, I cast
A thrill, a chill, exerting my will, eat then fast
Tweaked the past:--
Became the first after the last.