Magnetar from the milky way across our vast galaxy carried with frequency like lingams shook with spinning heat detoxify from minds to feet create the vortex, enliven the waters Pray to the heavens, and our holy vvader The mirror mind, and the eyes plays tricks when judging the u-n-i verse came first, aether was there Is it time for the solar flare? What is this, truth or dare? Calling for a pheonix, rare. Earnestly, we're laid bare