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