I´m the astute of Astarte, the fury of her poets heart.
She calls me the wordsmith of Venus, the master of her art.
Up the precipice of the deepest pit climbs the scribe of the Apocalypse
Born by wings of intellect upon the columns of consciousness
Towards the bar of divine aspect he ascends with every step
The architect of dialect.
From Logos born, through Gnosis raised and by eternity claimed!
Come closer! Come closer! My ladies and gents!
Step into the drapes of my marvelous tent!
I shall assure you there has been spared no expense!
This is a ride that´s beyond intense!
Even waiting in line will have you tingling with suspense!
So leave your hat at the door, as you enter my world of galore
Where dreams are made real and magic the lore
I`m the Jester of Dreams, the Harlequin of Imagination,
My walk on this plane is but lucid procrastination,
Searching the skies for my true designation.
I´ve been weighed and measured beaten and risen,
I´ve found my soul in halls forbidden.
But nothing here will ever dim my light,
At night I choose the stellar path of flight.
And as I close my eyes I´m granted a pardon,
In my hand is a key to a magical garden.
I turn the key, stroll through the gates
And the paradigm shift accelerates.
It´s a fallibilistic sweep,
That knocks me off me feet
For to fathom this journey
schools could never teach
And as the checkered floor checks me in
This wondrous world begins to spin
For my dreams is where it all begins
I live between worlds and where your reality ends - mine begins!
I have an appointment with Chronos but alas I´m all out of time....
Last but not least a little test of intelligence
Riddle me this : How many six´s does it take to make a nine?!?
Ps. The Kingdom of Hearts is closed for business, it´s time for war.... Rioch Dé bitches!!!
I know no church of masoned stone, no church of timbered wood
The only church I know of God stands in flesh and blood!