I sat me down on a dry and tasty land
Where no water is; where imagination is void and all my thoughts play chords that agitates my internal disposition.
We plight through life's trade like zombies
Literally; having no tracks of our our steps
Being isolated from the happenings of the world beyond
And locked out from the communion with the trinity.
Tis a global ish; portals of mysteries is being torn.
And princes invade the ideology of humanity
But the sons of Zion go about the materialism hunt
Leaving the secret place lay fallow
We get so busy with life
And have no time for the light of life
We go on chasing our tails
And running off million miles off the rails
Tis the father's delight
To help us carry a burden
As we build a rapport with him
In the secret place
Beholding his beautiful bright eyes
Spicy red hot lips that makes his words so lovely
Enjoying the eventide fun
As we lay on his wide broad chest
And see how vague life could be without him in it
As you ply
Amdist the sly
If you want to fly
Come up to his sky
And end the fruitless try.
Chryss.
