Balance

[Verse]
Rest on the weekend, Garden of Eden
The carbon I’m breathing with oxygen, nitrogen, hydrogen
Leviathan rise from the sea while I absorb the sun’s vitamin
Which is the light of men, libations to the divine
Cave excavations, migrations of the nine
Indwelling principles, my mother name is in the shrine
Extended continents, flames around my mind
Object of adoration, spiritual ascension
Niburu through extension, the miracle of Kidman
The mirrors drew attеntion, imperial dimensions
We’rе grafted into the spiritual roots
Then fashioned into our physical suits
Left the wild trees, strange fruit
The valleys rain produced, sugarcane juice
Book of angels, near a brook, a volcano
The pillars shook and became loose and out of the fog came a moose
Like the fairytale of mother goose, it spoke
And camouflaged within the smoke like a ghost
The hand of God grabbed my coat, then we float
The Land of Nod I awoke and I wrote on these tablets broken up in fragments
Placed them in the basement, put some in the attic
Rolled them up in fabrics
Took them to the labyrinth and the secret passage
Reaching the weekend of the Sabbath
The cave ground steepens then leaking with gases
Maybe fatal and that man may be Gabriel hovering over the baby’s cradle
Helen Kova, the lady angel, talking to herself in a low tone
Morph into an elk, walking by himself above the crow flown
The cross and skull and bones
All alone being the object of contempt
Distrust destroys my desire, this is baptism or a rinse
Mom, you’re my everything and I never will forget
No regrets as we lay her to rest
Me and Paulette was blessed
Had us both on the sixteenth day October and August was next
We love you, mama with some much honor
You were the greatest, we hover your spaceship
You snuck away in the silence, every day is a challenge
It’s hard for us to embrace it, she went far above the space weightless
Balance

[Sample]
I wonder if it’s ever struck you how curious a thing it is that most of the things that we experience we regard as things that happen to us which we ourselves do not originate, which are events expressing some sort of power or activity that is external to ourselves