“Sprited away as one's time, their pressence still
lingers here,The voice of a dead man goes into
fire, his breath into wind, his eyes into the
sun, his mind into the moon, his hearing into
the quarters of heaven, his body into the land,
ocean and earth, his spirit into space”- with one
witness, the spirit eye into the spirited sky x
They need you fine, they're close, they're the
watchmen above, everynight you pray.
That blesses as they go. Worry none, give thanks.
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acknowlegement to every dimension present in this
world, do respect as watchmen, of undivided detachment.
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lingers here,The voice of a dead man goes into
fire, his breath into wind, his eyes into the
sun, his mind into the moon, his hearing into
the quarters of heaven, his body into the land,
ocean and earth, his spirit into space”- with one
witness, the spirit eye into the spirited sky x
They need you fine, they're close, they're the
watchmen above, everynight you pray.
That blesses as they go. Worry none, give thanks.
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acknowlegement to every dimension present in this
world, do respect as watchmen, of undivided detachment.
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