Laid up in the grass like a rock that doesn't move.
Finesse with thought, the tree that then grew.
Reach towards the sky, it rises like the moon.
The air is clear, the water is blue.
The red hot embers, the volcano that howls.
In the direction of the East, the Master Guide can be proud.
What's lost is then found, the souls then bound.
A graveyard underneath the rubble, the cold like ground.
A Levite at heart, what sparks is the crowd.
One of the (El)ohim, He then takes a bow.
A bow with an arrow, we then shoot to ignite.
Pushing people towards from the darkness, and then towards the light.
Fight with cause, our Ancients administer to the weak.
Fuck being a sheep, like lil bo peep.
Grounded with energy, with the sols of our feet.
A soul that amounts to critique, a Satan that then speaks.
Praise the father, the Sun like RA.
Seeing an Angel, you it then saw.
No need to fall, we pick up the pace.
Ready to race, the shoes then laced.