Son

Woke up in a morgue, some said cuz he sold his ink to the devil
His soul to the dead, his vision to God, his tongue to the snakes
His heart was divided in strips like a steak
The sky made it rain like Wayne in a club
The pearly gates opened and he got the snub
He had so much love but they weren't impressed
He wore an old t-shirt, he wasn't well dressed
He had no connects to a rabbi or pope
He kind of knew Buddha but that guy is on dope
He's used to rejection, its not like today
He heard the gates close so he just walked away
Into the great wide open he followed the light
His memory gone, only one light of sight
And there he was again, a shape burst out of the clouds
Smelling like wild raspberries boiled in blood
Infinite formulas that a man could not solve
Out of his orbitals, they beamed with a glow
The music came flowing from angelic throats
And DNA molecules lived from these notes
Back to the cycle, clean slate, blank palate
Clay tablet whirling sonic til it turned anatomic
On to the zodiac his dreams were firmly inscribed with a brand new appetite
Every taste felt exotic
Was he punished or saved when he had to return, denied initially
To the place where he'd wish he be, but came back all the same differently
Feel me
Back to the living and God gave him back his vision
Snakes made him a new tongue twice as vivid
His heart resumed beating, and the devil returned his ink
"See you again my son" he said grinning