Wings of FIRE.

A person's heart is like deep waters

 on the surface are storms and tides

but beneath the surface, 

glamorous pearls meet our acquaintance. 

From chariots and horses, 

to rocket ships and two seaters.

From living in caves,

to skyscrapers with glamorous pavements.

We've mounted the breath of life and filled it with birds with engines

we've wrapped ourselves in garments that have no shame

living in cities with soulless bodies

haughty towards Truth

hasty to look evil in the eye and say, "I DO". 

Astronauts will bear witness to the sheet of fire that protects our earthly space

they'll affirm that rockets leaving our earthly space need engines strong enough to penetrate through our fiery shield.

In our "Shitties",

wicked fantasies rule our sight.

in our "shitties",

it's hard to know your true friends.

in our "shitties",

money can make friendships end.

Some call them cities, but in those cities,

it's getting s****y!

The fiery shield of our wicked fantasies burn with scourging flames

Cast out of Eden,

we lay our beds in the darkness of these wicked establishments. 

Our conditions call for an engine of truth within us

a rotating motor that keeps our minds duped with the energy of life

An energy that sparks our footsteps with a "KEEP ON MOVING" attitude

An energy that places wings of fire and fury on our bodies

wings of fire to lift us out of this S****Y.

Truth puts our palpitating hearts at ease

Truth wraps one up in the house built by wisdom

established through understanding 

with rooms filled with rare and beautiful treasures. 

In the Ascension,

wounds from friends are trusted, but enemies multiply their kisses.