Beyond the mount zion uptops
Where the smoke of sacrifice goes
The risen lion roars
Like a messanger of God that calls
From from the very bowels of God's own voice
To me this isn't a thing of choice
But a time to reason with master and all my brother disciples
Ere the smoke of born angain transformation begins to rise
Upon its jouney toward the skys
While i see what see with my own two eyes
The enlightment of God and i tell you no lies
The master knows a thousand ways
To differenciate the foolish from the wise.
Who has known the mystery of the five trees in paradise
Which is only a human head whose bowels are only five
this is a gospel more of soul travelling and past lives
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