Columns of thick white smoke stando in our midst
They support the high platforms of the heaven
keeping them from coming down to us
The inhabitants of such high abodes
Mingle not with lowly worms made out of clay
They drink their foamy bevreage in ther chambers
They come out to their great halls in the dusk
For who could stand to bear the weight of sanctity
when our knees have been bent backwards as it is
by the particles of guilt accumulating
in the space above our heads, below the sky
For me the best outcome is abandon
Like a litter of wolf puppies in the woods
For Nature is its own abrassive mother
Devouring all its children just for love
The colums are like dancers on a trance
Their festiveness a mirror of our hearts
but somehow their ilussion keeps on showing
like a mirage in the horizon of our sight
Como down here, cruel majesties of heaven
Break your crystal chains at least just once
Let's go for a swim in muddy waters
Feel the Earth become a part of you
We will drink the fire out of Hades
The dead give up their dreams as sacrifice
You will feel the glory of embodiedment
You will never want to go back up
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