Them concealed foundations of heaven, who holds back my flood gates of salvation? Let the dawn from the East ascend my abandoned churches, who mourn the promise from her long-awaited hero. How I have worshiped a harlot in this land of ZERO. How my box of voices wants to speak with Thee, but a robber sold the message to a talking tree, with the lie that the cost was free. How now do I find my way to this man who bleeds?
So a local merchant told me to drink this wine, but I thought him unkind…… I wasn’t thirsty. So I fell into sleeping right then and there, odd dreams of a lion and lamb, they were weeping. I tried to wake up but they said its to late, gotta open my eyes at the end of my gates.
I saw two angels playing a game of chess with a crying baby saying he’d do the rest. I had to start running cause the class was a started and my hair was a mess, was it straight or was it parted? Then I saw a wise owl how lived in the dark and he pointed to a rainbow that turned into an ark, that confused me. So I asked a growing tree on the side of the road and it told me the path that could lead to tommorrow…..I said that I counldn’t…it said I would with a wink . It said the path of so many will lead into sorrow so he gave me a bus pass that said straight and narrow so I took it.
by: Jason-John Swartz