We are children of the sun
Marked
with predicates of the
divine
Come from the shadows of
celebrants' minds
And whisperers
of sin and d***ation
Vultures
in the guise of teachers
They
hover like clouds
Drawing us into
their labyrinth of
narrative
Where words are arrows
drawn to puncture
Behold, the
transient flesh and everlasting
soul
Conjured to divide us within
ourselves
A kingdom for a
shelter
A paradise beyond
death
Can you hear the
snickering?
I uplift my
flesh
And affirm my blood as
spirit
Of stars and dust I
am
And to dust I shall
return
Let the maelstrom
come
To tear away the clouds
So,
at last I may freely breathe
Marked
with predicates of the
divine
Come from the shadows of
celebrants' minds
And whisperers
of sin and d***ation
Vultures
in the guise of teachers
They
hover like clouds
Drawing us into
their labyrinth of
narrative
Where words are arrows
drawn to puncture
Behold, the
transient flesh and everlasting
soul
Conjured to divide us within
ourselves
A kingdom for a
shelter
A paradise beyond
death
Can you hear the
snickering?
I uplift my
flesh
And affirm my blood as
spirit
Of stars and dust I
am
And to dust I shall
return
Let the maelstrom
come
To tear away the clouds
So,
at last I may freely breathe