I do travel much on the Astral
while I am sleeping
for I am one of the focal points
anchorage of Celeste.
Dis' I saw in dreams when I was a child,
walkin' on a field
in a brown-reddish robe, as a monk-ey
with corpses piled up,
- I remember the scent and the feelin'
of their intestines
between my toes, ye roses got thorns
and the dead has bones.
Though I know there is more than
meets the -
for a simple touch of her hands
can change fates.
Den' I spread my arms and the moneyed souls
turned into chimney smoke
Then there was a strange sound in heaven,
and a bright, dancin' light,
cuz' they had defiled the Shekinah -
so they were devoured
by the seven demiurges, becomin' legion,
and then I turned aroun'
I saw her once in a vsion glimpse
while dreaming afar,
standing there - so far away
on the heavenly boat.
An' I found myself never-alone anymore,
we were many chantin'
each with different coloured robes
o' like flowers we were,
on the piles of rotten flesh and gorge
and more signs were made
and all souls travelled as they should
to wherever that is.
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