Spirit! Please come!
I need to send you up ahead
To help me fetch an ocean of thoughts
From that Id that speaks into all's

I ma need to fetch from the poet that sketches for the Evils
To tell them no sweat is all lost
All fingers build to nourish Heaven's lay
Now's saliva gathers at Heaven's Bay

Fetch for the meek that bears no Mills
For apart from the Earth they have in their Palms
Heaven awaits to welcome them home
Angels carry them high up the shoulders

Try to fetch for all, you hear?
For today make the outfit best fit for tomorrow!