The Kings flew a little too high

Message in a bottle,
the mighty ocean, open water,
consciousness.

God’s Son runs with the head of a soldier
in his backpack, to survive inside the satellite
construction of the proud one, the dark dream,
The soldier was injected with a mark
inside his third eye, after a explosion the head
rolled before the saviours feet,
it gave him the opportunity to plunder the account
of the kings of dust.
The kings flew a little too high with their iron wings
so God’s son did his economic trickery
and transformed the uncertainty of the silly currency,
it became a chaotic mess to wonder in.

Only the intention behind your payment,
will get your white feathers back
every hair was counted in a butterfly move.

Some values are so much stronger,
the understanding of her dept
after some experience, the only way to know
what this is all about.

Paradise always here and now
from a certain perspective,
to be open is the hard way today.
( ‘such a strange vibration’)
‘Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair.’

If you want to see God in the face,
you got to recognize your own
inside the mighty mirror machine.

You can’t buy Love
with a credit card
throwing shoes against your windows,
I felt the pain
in the river of Love stretching out to show you
the Garden again.

The Dutch blowing up Chinese crackers in the wind,
the clouds are burning in a misty atmosphere
the (de)monetary structure is used to it by law.