Purgatory

And what sorcery is this?

Fungus washed upon the shores of my tongue 

Saliva submitting to aged grapes 

The moon that rules the night 

Pulling and pushing the tides of the purest water left in me

I am moved by Nature..

Raptured..

Brought by thought

Vomited out of this reality to The Neters of my craft

So high I rained back onto the Firmament

The condensation took place in me

Interpreted in my Veins

Ministered to the congregation of my mind

Tithes of emotions from heart.

Silenced bowed upon my lips

Then I set free all that I've been ashamed to say for so long..

All set free to join the winds of the Earth 

To be carried to the ears of the Deserved.