I open my eyes, my meditation still sits in front of me
Still warm, his eyes is closed in a yoga position, he sits comfortably
We face to face so I stood up and walked
Stepping over my meditation, it’s still a deep thought
Frozen in time, begin to defrost
A moment in my mind, I see gravel with peat moss
A long road of coal and lava rocks, I begin to walk
The further I went, the hotter it got
The moisture in the air overflowing wetlands
Open my sweat glands, shoving and poking by death hands
Wrestling and grabbing me
While that’s happening, lightning is striking me rapidly
Thunder clapping, from weed ashes came the voices of Apache chiefs
Blasphemy
And great cries, above were great skies
The native tribes stood along the lakeside
All the medicine men fell in, the water boiling, they came up as skeletons
Is this New Orleans? The water scorching, the rain pouring
This torrent is torment, its origins was haunted
This place was foreign, but I kept walking through The Valley of Eternal Flames
This my journal I explain, hot springs, mudslides nearby
I hear cries, much screams, blood rise, I rub my eyes
Humid wind, human skin fall off their bones from their thrones to the tombs they’re in
The fire kept consuming them with women who ruined men
Those who wore the ruling gems to hooligans, reoccurring in doom again
Those who came to give their law blew up walls and came to war to defend
Those who followed the Septuagint, apostles whose fossils were aluminum
Fire tornadoes inside of volcanoes, dissolved angels
Melting, hollering, calling on Gabriel
Explosion as the breeze settled, hot as a kettle
A drop one million degrees below sea level
I see devils in scuba gear with harpoons
A goth moon arched right above this hot pool
I walk above the magma chamber, then climbed up Jacob’s ladder into matter to escape danger
The fire was angered, I saw slaves building firepits brick by brick, backs were whipped
Graveyard shift, a cave with cracks in it, the way a cyclone or bats exit
Behold, Jesus of Nazareth control the narrative
Pillars of fire, these are the scrolls for savages
In The Valley of Eternal Flames, smoke form bodies, there are no remains
Am I here for shame, guilt or unworthiness?
Sunworshippers, or I came from the [?] or from the Merkabahs
As the one shined in, unwinding, the one from flying to walk in The Valley of Eternal Flames
Undying