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And the angel of the Lord led me |
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Into the belly of the holy mother |
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A chamber black as pitch |
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But I felt no fear, only comfort |
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For I was as a child in the womb |
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And she baid me here |
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Through yonder portal |
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Which looked upon the heavens |
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And behold a morning angel |
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She ascended slowly |
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From far beyond the horizon |
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Her light like a heavenly |
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Finger pointing the way |
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And on yonder wall she traced |
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For me a path which led me fine directions |
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Eight [unverified] to east and behold |
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As my feet landed firmly upon |
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The final winter of the second score |
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There appeared before me, a heavenly star |
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A holy virgin, the bringer of life and breath |
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And she spoke unto me, saying |
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"Fear not the movement |
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Of the heavens above |
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Or the earth below |
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For change is what we are, my child" |
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"Righteous are those who look up |
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And sway with the wind |
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Who look down and dance |
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With the shifting of the soil" |
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"Who swim with the movement of the tides |
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Who seek the truth around them and discover we are |
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And have always been in paradise |
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The reflections of heaven on earth, amen" |
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And she spoke again, saying |
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"Know, my child, that there is no devil |
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Seeking to corrupt the hearts of men |
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No evil, save blind faith, ignorance |
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And the desire for the unprepared |
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To blame others for the devastation |
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Left in the wake of change |
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Change, my child, change is in the heavens |
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Change is on this earth, change is all around us |
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And we are reflections of the divine |
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We must roll with these changes |
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For we are these changes |
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Eyes wide open, we must look upon |
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The heavens as a mirror |
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Wide awake, aware, deeply breathing |
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And when the shit comes down |
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My child, you will be there |
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A true and holy survivor |
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To inherit the kingdom of God |
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You will rise above the rumbles |
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Of the unprepared |
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To greet the new day, to drink |
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From the sweet fruit of the vine |
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The water of life, the blood |
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Of the risen Christ, my child |
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Go now, child, tell them all, the ignorant |
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The blind [unverified] of dogma blinded by faith |
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The doubters, the nay sayers |
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Tell them all, child, they can not |
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See the kingdom of God |
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They can not see paradise |
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Unfold before them |
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They can not drink from the chalice |
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Which holds the blood of Christ |
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The water of life, until they get right with Jesus |
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Until they get right with Jesus |
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It's always gonna be sour grapes with you boy |
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Until you get right with Jesus |