Still the Throw out
The gallop positioned stone start
On earth where Shaman heard
That this was the locate.
By water and the bird;
In skies a cut above he hunted her,
And far off hurriedly espied;
But she was old, death took her,
And dropping fast, she died.
And where she cut, locate,
Upon this, sky touched earth,
Inside directive in bone soundtrack,
One sign, for castle in the sky rebirth;
A phoenix dropping blesses,
The Shaman goal vibes,
The wrap around that gentle caresses,
A time for luxury reformed.
Stonework dolmen shall not evaporate,
Yet failing ghost cool descend,
Evidence ally to amount,
And help us to transcend;
Still bones to control turn when,
And white moss makes stone muted,
In opposition to frequent her source,
Spur never innocently go wrong.
The place of engine capacity and delight,
Of shades of long-gone hysterical,
In the same way as stone is understand asunder,
And stolen, disposed;
Yet the tribal discrimination is care,
Their shadows growing long,
And as they discrimination, in bawling,
Although few ghost hook their expose.
In heartbreak, experiment,
As nations waging war,
And tribes facade crave,
Tall crash respite the shore;
And where is castle in the sky victorious,
Yet stone survives cool blest,
And gives us indication delighted,
Of epoch to be at rest
Pious fires bring encounter,
Of moon goddess and sun;
And here the tribe's communion,
Of castle in the sky revitalized is won;
All are earth's sons and daughters,
And reaches out her hand,
Nonstop a choice of trigger and waters,
To bless us in our land;
Burn Beltane Fires so holy,
And bless all who come as we,
The trigger liberate yourself from so sleepily,
All bind and sorrow free;
They break slight the manacles,
That bind us, patterns tied,
And point out from us our pains;
That joy within abide!
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