Transcendental Sensation Poem by anthony, tony chabaputa

Its either I smoked weed a lot or am just mistaking myself for someone with spirits so high
Only the most high and nobody else tells me why
the mind can’t really die
They can’t stop me they can’t try
For MALIWANA I will die
Will you open your eyes?
Will you ever realize?
That this is no ordinary tree that you are destroying
Or just another flower that keeps smiling
Yet tomorrow will be dying
But a much stronger verdict knowledge
That crowns my head and classifies my soul with all the heavenly kings
I, who once could only see the flashing of wings,
And was blind but am now able to see the coming and going of things
And now the sign of sacrifice and the uprising smoke
Begins to lead me on a transcendental sensation of anointing oil
Behold I bruise my soul an exit from my flesh, looking at all things with the very eyes of my soul
Seeing them fly on wings of doom
Destroying all that God created and saw that it was good