A logical takedown
presented and countered
a mystical gest
and strategic retreat

I squared up with God,
and he was the same

Donned the artillery,
and organized forces
armed as Khan
with the world's finest

I squared up with God,
and he was the same

Targeted his pawns,
the weaker ones
and sniped them
though they grew stronger

I squared up with God,
and he was the same

Disintegrated logic
evaporated power
and fury
replaced by humbleness

I squared up with God,
and he was the same

A breath of defeat,
and a simple recognition
of who it is I'd been wrestling

I squared up with God,
and he was the same

For in 30,
is not seeking,
rather the time
to put into play
all that was
collected

time drips by
effectively,
though in each stage
a new offering

a new time to become,
a new stage of growth
a new character

step into bliss,
in eternal wander
found here this
new reality
of endearing
opposites

Time is a construct,
and eternity is always present

A ghost became a sheet
empty in soul
carried away
by the calm breeze  

Corrupted by righteousness
dying to life
and living for transition

God in your pocket,
a small egg when paid attention
a great boulder when ignored

Permission to stand with the greats
evaporated with heat
a garden desert
with blossoms once filled
now made empty
as it was

The higher the heaven,
the deeper the hell

tuning in,
to those who listen

The grandest illusion,
is afoot

a mind ripped free,
from tentacles
of parasitic
creation

a maddening journey
awaits they
who dare

In wartime,
our music emerges

tsunami of thought
and consciousness  

our music sings
to the innocent rebellion