Sky scraper pristine, crystaline
Oxygen deprived. Logic on the head of pin
Nearer my gods to thee. Ohhh the dizzying spin.
Father sun come down and cradle my chin. Lift my face skward.
Pray for return of the fiery.serpent birds of PRAY.
Come back to teach us the way.to the stars.
Atlantis today tomorrow the moon. Voyager fahter.
Planted the seed.
Summit to chasm
The higher we climb the less we can sea.
Reach higher still.still higher
and much higher still.
Instincive desire to follow and play with fire
We build the stepping stones to touch god's face
3-2-1
We are destined to all leave this place.
Fear not.
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 1:04 PM UTC
Sky scraper pristine, crystaline
Oxygen deprived. Logic on the head of pin
Nearer my gods to thee. Ohhh the dizzying spin.
Father sun come down and cradle my chin. Lift my face skward.
Pray for return of the fiery.serpent birds of PRAY.
Come back to teach us the way.to the stars.
Atlantis today tomorrow the moon. Voyager fahter.
Planted the seed.
Summit to chasm
The higher we climb the less we can sea.
Reach higher still.still higher
and much higher still.
Instincive desire to follow and play with fire
We build the stepping stones to touch god's face
3-2-1
We are destined to all leave this place.
Fear not.
I read the book chariots of the gods when I was 10 years old.
That made me question the church for the first time and always.
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