Poets Clutch

[Verse 1]
You found the hit switches
The inscription written was forbidden and is unforgiven by the unliving
You were the sun-stricken, my source is hidden
My thoughts has no limits
Now your expedition leads you to the heart of the unknown temple
Heavy Mental
In the dark, try to read the paragraphs as you walk up the narrow path
A arrow pass, the floors tremble
May be an avalanche
Grab the pharaoh’s hand
You are now in the shadow lands where you have no plans
It’s like a dream world, the crossroads
You talk slow, your thoughts go as you stumble
This was foretold
You’re a lost soul, sweating like you’re in the Sahara
Or certainly it’s the North Pole
You caught cold, you cough low, blood come out, then it’s dry mouth
Dizziness, you see five routes
Confused, I leave clues, but time’s out
Then I aim at the target like a painting artist
You had a brush with death with no stroke of luck
I draw blood, this is a poet’s clutch
The dead prophets wake up, talk to you about Jacob
You stumble in surprise
They can walk and talk
You bump into the Ark of the Covenant
Two whiffs of green smoke burst forth
Was it poison or angel dust?
The all eye seeing, in God we trust
Your face flush
None of my bars are ever rushed
Tibetan book of the dead [?]
Swirling within the zen
Bursting out the flame shows Gandhi
In the album frame, is it me or Garvey?
I took it to the hundredth degree, if you can’t see, I’m sorry

[Verse 2]
Try to decipher the cuneiforms
Eucharistic arithmetics vivid prolific with super lyrics, you’ve been warned
Now it’s nuclear storms
Male eunuchs are born
Death is the rider of the pale unicorn
Worshipping bell, rain snow in hell
Frail humans are drawn into jail
Blindfolded Lady Justice holds the scale
Travel through time of the halls of Ma’at
The god Anubis weighs your heart
It’s pitch dark in the caves, I made your mark
The grave is where you’ll start
The cemetery rises to a colossal mound
This is holy ground where my gospel's found
My words became flesh, they’re fossils now
So kneel down before the apostles with crowns
Send forth the hell hounds
They get at you, like to chase their own tails around
You watch as spellbound
Your heart weighs twelve pounds