An invitation to clairvoyance

It's hard to stand around and watch while they ignore us


She is dumped on, used as an ashtray


At the expense of an organized $$#ociation




I see the stones in the path we laid


It's a question of tomorrow

We like to breathe the ancient wind


That we have followed




A perfect fire to burn the land


Before they knew it, the sun had fallen


Boiling the water where the hydras were crawling

The righteous go in blazing fury





And we cleanse the earth

To bring it down


Bring it down




And God will watch it burn


Releasing souls, releasing souls again


Within the wrath, we wait

To be dirt again





There is a flame I lit

I upon high