I call forth the Metaphor of a Dragon. The Phoenix rising. A Queen playing a violin. On the sands of Pangaea. And she was talking with the Pharaoh Akhenaten. They watched the sun set down on the read clay. It penetrated then expanded their Dna. Then fast forward to flash floods. Then comes influenza the influence of society. . Unable to handle the power of what Chaos is. Afraid of our own Shadow. Can we handle it. And when we do truly finally embrace. Humanity's Grace. The home to the holiest place. Allow your dreams to be the path way. For the Soul will follow its only natural. Don't be confused by the news. how it's setting us up. Their feeding us with violence. Violating our boundaries the calls been placed. With the hands of God we digging down in. the depths of. The darkness and as I wonder what harmony. Really feels like is it God like is it all right. And why would I want to sabotage. I've got a shield. Made of physical flesh. my hearts wide open. Imagine living in a world. Where looking at a casket. Is a celebration Not just fear of death. A holy reunion Emancipation. And as the clock keeps ticking