Monad

[Intro]
Whoa, my son, Priest, listen to me
These attempts to define the speech of the [?] gods work out into astonishing variety and complexity
By the first millennium BC, used collections of them are made
In the library came [?], about six fifty BC
But you, Killah, you must go unto the water
You must go unto the waters

[Verse 1]
It’s Priest, the monad of the pod-craft
Could your mind grasp the preacher nocturnal reaching the supernal triad?
The three sixty circles of the [sky dad?]
In virtue of the alkaline gas that condense into fine glass
Black mirror like the iPad
I been woke, I don’t feel shame or guilt or insults
When I deal with the in-self, I react on impulse
Since my Heavy Mental intro
Every time my pen stroke, that’s from the [eye leaf?] to the [tov?]
Master of the alphabets, the alchemist
And calculus balance it with in death
Breath, ‘til I begin to sweat
Ok, now, measure
Now there’s twenty-two letters like planets being formed in the Nebula
I bring them together with nine numbers
This is the building blocks of the Nine Wonders
At first it’s black and white but the rhyme colors
Now the all is creating itself and the all is comprehending
The god beginning, in its image, before it was written
Then Adam, Eve in their oneness named everything that the sun hit
Every fruit and every tree was in abundance
Everything you see, every ocean to mountain summits
They named everything in their unity
Then the duality
The addle split personality, genocide on the [?] side like the Gemini
One swim, one flies, opposites
Energized, sin arrived, Adam and Eve, the ish and the ishar
The key and the kishar, the nana and Ishtar
Lilith, Kidman, written
The people of [?] worshipped [?], the serpent of bushmen
They said Tammuz is the [?], that’s the cross inside the will that rose
Who submits to the will of the [?]?
It’s too deep, I’ma let it go

[Interlude]
Ah, letting go is good
But few questions have endured longer or traveled in more [perplexed?] history than this
The problem of consciousness

[Verse 2]
Ok, the Merkabah wheel
I control the center of the field like Willie Mays of the Milky Ways
A Kemetic priest telling you what the [?] say
Before the Greeks led by Achilles’ blade
The Monad is like stars in the vast
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