My Identified Flying Vision of WHO I AM.
HOLY PSYCHOSIS, THIS POWER OF THE GODS!
Chrysopoeia, the Making of Deily Bread.
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I feel destroyed by life's brutality,
instincts, emotion, ideas, inside of me;
and fiery Mythos is a wrathful Grace,
the God, Prometheus, offers us his Gift.
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He stole Fire from the Forge of Olympus,
for making our METALS: Salt, Blood, Flesh;
if only we can understand this Language,
and bear the Crafting of the Message!
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Fire destroys earth to extract its Salt,
heats~up water to DiStill~out our Spirit,
bakes the air to prove each Wafer of Soul,
holy apotheosis of becoming immortal!
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I can only let go of what I understand,
unconscious Fire is too cool for abduction;
this raging Mythos is like a psychosis,
a DragOn roars to guard its inner Foetus.
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A real hallucination is so powerful,
what human can bear their fiery Soul?
As it wroughts the alchemical METALS:
a neo Green Man, Salt, Mercury and Gold.
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Who can handle this Power of the Logos,
the Creator of each golden Homunculus?
A Light invisible and yet so convincing,
we see the Saucer and "little Green Men."
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Such is the magic Power of the Christ,
Author of Mythos burning our thoughts!
Fire consumes airy ideas in my head,
to make the Flour for my Deily Bread.
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Holy psychosis behind every conSpiracy,
nightmares, mythology and flying Sorcery;
it's up to us to knead the magic Dough,
conjure the Light into a New Earth aglow!
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From the movie, Alien 3.
The Alien maditates amidst Moon Rocks of Cinnabar,
as the ever risen Logos dawns a New Earth in Mind.
