Blue Bumble Bee

The coming of Angels is not in my head.
I know there is something that has to be fed.
They slide down on star beams through sparkling skies,
the dreams that I have do not feel like lies.

Today is a new day, tomorrow the start,
It started from somewhere inside my heart.
The things you’ve been told, have all been a lie,
the books you were sold were pie in the sky.

Prophets were born and prophets have died,
these were not Angels who’ll fly in sky.
Believe what you know, it’s not in a book,
the prophets we had were nothing but crooks.

A new age is coming I think it is near,
people will want to change what they hear.
A message from Angels so loud will bring fear,
The trumpet of God is coming, it’s near.

He is in the stardust that flies through the skies,
you won’t get to see him, he isn’t alive.
You just have to look and see what you see,
His hearts in the soul of blue bumble bee.