[Intro]
Whoa, my son, Priest, listen to me
These attempts to divine the speech of the [?] gods work out into astonishing variety and complexity
By the first millennium BC, huge collections of them are made
In the library of King Ashurbanipal at Nineveh, about six fifty BC
But you, Killah, you must go unto the water
You must go unto the waters

[Verse 1]
It’s Priest, the monad of the podcraft
Could your mind grasp?
The preacher nocturnal reaching the supernal triad
The three sixty circles of the sky dad
In virtue of the alkaline gas that condense into fine glass
Black Mirror like the iPad
I been woke, I don’t feel shame or guilt or insults
When I deal with the in-self, I react on impulse
Since my Heavy Mental intro
Every time my pen stroke, that’s from the Alef to the Tov
Master of the alphabets, the alchemist
And calculus balancin' with in death
Breath, ‘til I begin to sweat
Ok, now, measure
Now there’s 22 letters like planets being formed in the Nebula
I bring them together with nine numbers
This is the building blocks of the Nine Wonders
At first it’s black and white but the rhyme colors
Now the all is creating itself and the all is comprehending
The God beginning, in its image, before it was written
Then Adam, Eve in their oneness named everything that the Sun hit
Every fruit and every tree was in abundance
Everything you see, every ocean to mountain summits
They named everything in their unity, then the duality
The addle split personality, genocide on the twins inside like the Gemini
One swim, one flies, opposites
Energized, sin arrived
Adam and Eve, the ish and the ishah
The key and the kishar, Innana and Ishtar
Lilith, Kidman, written
The people of Kush then worshipped Nehushtan
The serpent of bushmen
They said Tammuz is the Tov
That’s the cross inside the will that rose
Who submits to the will of the Yod
It’s too deep, I’ma let it go
[Interlude]
Ah, letting go is good
But few questions have endured longer or traveled in more perplexed history than this:
The problem of consciousness

[Verse 2]
Ok, the Merkabah wheel
I control the center of the field like Willie Mays of the Milky Ways
A Kemetic priest telling you what the steles say
Before the Greeks led by Achilles’ blade
The Monad is like stars in the vast
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