With Ma'at your heart gets weighed by Anubis If ain't feather light, your ass you can then kiss 'Cause Ammit will devour it in the blink of an eye Better to befriend Horus and learn how to fly
Our third eyes rely on seeing from an aerial view All of the trials & tribulations that we go through Temples serve as vessels; transporting our souls Hieroglyphically written in stone in the days of old
What did you do dear Judas ? Why did you dear Judas ? Were you not the brightest of the twelve Could you not see the plan that would have taken you with me To those dreamed heights ? Could you not wait ? Why could you not dear unhappy Judas?
The books you kept so well, of the cash we held, Were of the same importance as the rest we'd done. The way to heaven is not paid with cash, But we were on the earth and needed you, My dear unhappy Judas
Some label the grave cold, dark, rigid, desolate - I am not one of them.
Vision-quest travels have impinged in me huge beauty, higher vitality, a permanent brightness of transience - it sticks like an aroma of home and cannot be unexperienced.
Easter’s meaning sweats my sensitivities: ‘O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?’ - notification of reality beyond mere hope paying no mind to vile church histories, perverted priests enslaving theologies and burned cathedrals.
I could float away on your smile I don't know how to swim but I could swim away in those eyes Your face is a painting You're a walking artform I am wholly content Within the embrace Of your loving arms.
Mary did you know? and when did you believe... Was is upon the most Oh Holy Night... Did you Go tell it on the mountain? Did you witness your baby boy walk on all that water? And when you did, did Oh come all ye faithful or did they think you were crazy only because you did indeed see what was needed and Mary, I do believe...
I had to drown myself with myself in order to find my God. I had to step out of my own shell And let myself sink in my own thoughts in order to find my God. I had to look within in order to manifest all the things that are outside of myself And all this I had to do in order to find my God.
I had to go all around the world Looking at people Looking at their souls And Looking deep within their being
I had to empathise with with their hurts and knowing their blessings I had to empathise wih their dreams ...
I don't believe there is a god Claims that he exists are all flawed; Equally there is no afterlife; It's just a bribe to reduce strife. Consequently when I am dead At my funeral tears are shed If God gets any mention It is my firm intension To return; and will haunt; It is His believers I will taunt
Do you try not to read within your mind the text that keeps being sent in your quiet time is it you that trys to hold back the wave that threatens to drown you in a sea of shame as your tears slowly silently follows the curve of your nose as they slowly drip to the drum beat of a funeral march passing by your quivering lips towards your chin that has become their abyss not knowing if their sacrifice has shown you all these lies you live by ...