NEW BORN THE CROWN OR THORNS
Time has passed since the ancient day where they celebrate Christmas in eternal glee
From the day we were born Easter was the tradition the coming the rising, the believing
See the blood and tears from a spleen that's cut I saw the thorns in the mirror of love
The greatest hero who holds all life was the sacrifice to walk the bridge of fire in hearts
Eyes are wired to the television screen you see the changes but turn off its means
Controlling by materialism and advertising the period of flux gives seals of being
Seven are they and we are in the last the process of life will come back as night
Eclipse and the moon turns red, as a flaming young son was always the eternal one
Deadened by fear they stood and watched the chariots of comets hurtling from the sky
The oceans rose as red as a blue the pollution killed all who drunk the fountain of youth
Cemetery's and ghosts in spirit moved in all to stop this apocalyptic holy fall
The great one walked the streets and begged for food, taking high and low cryptic moods
A newborn or the crowns of thorns were the symbols of progress in spiritual time
The dancer holds her hands in the air to feel the power from golden lashes of hair
A whip and a lash this is where the future is at beyond the walk and the hill of wrath
To my brothers and sisters in spirit I see it now as superpowers control the hours
We wanted so badly to see it soon the final breath of apocalyptic doom
Inside a room of a mothers womb the being created will have justice for you soon
Beyond the doors and the gates of heaven a spacecraft took the rich to a planet of Eden
It didn't stop their aging process as nothing can stop the lines in faces or palms
They are the designs of a passing time when every word came from my rhymes
Every thought you thought you did not hear would travel the streams and oceans being
Seeing I thought of what was happening but could do nothing but prepare you in need
The time is hear the reality we live as a moving love could only give life's kiss
New born the crown or thorns, to return without giving the message to all
Falling down blood crawls down the walls as an artificial crucifixion was inherit to fall
Bound to the past I see my heckling as the common people saw meaning in it
To rise and push away a travelling future it was the insight a clue for you
At speeds beyond all time we travelled the galaxy to find your planet at war
We call the prodigy the omega and the alpha we sought the meaning of life in it
To serve and pass the questions we ask until death and the final task ahead
Change the world and introduce the reforms, as nature will change a conscious storm
In all our minds there are strings of light all connected by the random will of god?
Look and see what yesterday did bring was it a lesson of pains new vision
If you follow the thought where fate does take you, into life we have seen the creator
Reinstated for another life shaped in the form delivering natures seasons
Breathing as a baby who gave wisdom by choice he did not speak it through his voice
The new born with past in a crown of thorns they thought he was the devil bound by horns
Insights and highlights the ecstasy of passion contacting out pure and devout
Spraying juice into the beds of bodies only to synchronise a machine with a feeling
The lesson of thorns was to draw in the portrait of life's highest view inside
We have never died but only the transition of reality spoke of you alive
Justice and omens face a world, which will drop when the screen of your eyes awoke
One hundred and eighty degrees behind your head the life you live saw behind
Every angel stood at my feet ready to greet the day without disease, a life became free.
12 / 2 / 1999 1.00 pm
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