09-27-2010, 09:53 PM
THIEF OF FIRE
I had a dream I was a poet
Self-induced psychosis
Wealth for many uses
Relative importance and usefulness
The way to a happier existence
Alive, with consciousness
Animal and Human spirit alliances
Partaking courage and mystery;
Becoming, one with word craftiness
The fertile rite, the epitome
The Thief of Fire
A virus of written text that spreads,
discovering a way out of this false world
Like water shall find a place to go
He shall find a time to burn
the false world fro
A revolutionary blend
A evolutionary trend
A trail of ashes to the wind he sends
A revolutionary mend
No entity shall claim him
Not even the coldness of society
He’s a brave slave of the Gods in graves
He seen the trap, sitting on realities lap
He lifted a flap, busted a gap,
and left no map
He has found much, more
greater spiritual powers
He has seen the surveillance
hidden in the flowers
Star demons in heaven’s great prison
contraband, what he does now possess
He broke the wings of the Devil,
you-know who, so confess
History is mud
History is mud
History is dirty
Look, here comes
a flood of blood
to flood upon thee
The fire doesn’t leak or drift, and how-
he has total control, is fast and swift
He's a super fire carnival swirling along
with his super fire circus world,
so now lift that song
Those thousands of tongues sing,
and tell the tale
Of the thief on the lake of fire he does sail
So sing on, all boys and girls
I had a dream I was a poet
Self-induced psychosis
Wealth for many uses
Relative importance and usefulness
The way to a happier existence
Alive, with consciousness
Animal and Human spirit alliances
Partaking courage and mystery;
Becoming, one with word craftiness
The fertile rite, the epitome
The Thief of Fire
A virus of written text that spreads,
discovering a way out of this false world
Like water shall find a place to go
He shall find a time to burn
the false world fro
A revolutionary blend
A evolutionary trend
A trail of ashes to the wind he sends
A revolutionary mend
No entity shall claim him
Not even the coldness of society
He’s a brave slave of the Gods in graves
He seen the trap, sitting on realities lap
He lifted a flap, busted a gap,
and left no map
He has found much, more
greater spiritual powers
He has seen the surveillance
hidden in the flowers
Star demons in heaven’s great prison
contraband, what he does now possess
He broke the wings of the Devil,
you-know who, so confess
History is mud
History is mud
History is dirty
Look, here comes
a flood of blood
to flood upon thee
The fire doesn’t leak or drift, and how-
he has total control, is fast and swift
He's a super fire carnival swirling along
with his super fire circus world,
so now lift that song
Those thousands of tongues sing,
and tell the tale
Of the thief on the lake of fire he does sail
So sing on, all boys and girls