There is a Transcendance Aliveable ;
There is a Pæce to Find Inside
That Will Parasite The World
like LadyBugs on The Fields
of Wrath ;
The Fruits of Wine
are God's Rage,
that We Must Eat and Drink and Breath,
To Encouter The True Problem To Solve :
Love Unlimited and Unconditional
with Ourselves ;
God.
God Is Inside,
Screaming in Your Heart
Dry for Love.
Let Ourself Drink From Our Blood.
We Suffer The Pain of Humiliations,
to Encounter Unsobriety,
Unlying,
Mouvement.
We Must Mount and Climb
Before See The View Above The Pinacle.
But The Mountain and The Path,
If it is Pain,
Must Be Good Pain,
Shared like Bread.
God With You Walking ;
Not God Or You Pushing Each Other Off.
Then
One Day,
A Soon Day,
You Will Meet The View She Promise,
Revealed.
You Will Be Alive'd.
