2006-12-26 - nrVnh
one thing is for certain
behind that bamboo curtain
exists an undercurrent stream of thought
an energy collectiveness has brought
a zen of biorhythm
all men with sin within'm
cultivatin' cult of satan
independant, self-attendant, mind-transcendant, soul-ascendant hype
(and all others who are bending toward that type)
searching for emerging core
lurching toward that open door
expansion with the universal order
advancing toward dimensions at the border
of life within the void
and every humanoid
inner space reflecting cosmic pull
commonplace effective force is full
design and interaction
expansion and contraction
movement, counter action,
it's a natural attraction
but it's earthy
in this girthy
human
shell
and its passions burn with fires from the hell
of a curse which groans in nature
and there shall be no departure
till the seed sinks in the ground
with a deep-sea dying sound
yes, the spirit may be willing till there's found
iniquity and vices
obliquity in thrices
descending into depths we cannot know
until the seed that dies begins to grow
and only through the cross between the planes
in every which direction space contains
sweet love is crucified
at the vortex of divide
between the plight of all who stay
on the outside of the day
that sheds light upon the case
and the ones who seek his face
as he gathers all the remnants
and he waits for seeds' ascendance
whether love will bear the fruit he so desires
and the tares will all be bundled for the fires
in the harvest and the press of perfect wine
of each branch that He's engrafted to the vine...
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