Open up my mind and my heart,
unleash and feed the castle’s king
Close your eyes, and feel up the staircase
Hear the footsteps echo
and the snakes slither back down when I free myself

Renewed; hallowed,
relentless in his pursuit
Golden is the man; in his blanket of emeralds –
and relentless is he, in his pursuit to overcome the lower man in himself
and the world; as he perceive it

Golden is the man; joyful, in his quest to see the king
The Father of all Fathers.
The man; the woman, and all that lives within him
Even in suffering does he accept all costs;
A stride for perfection, fabled, legendary, mythic, told and is to be wondered
Sought by the lower men and women whose ears are ready to listen

He is the student, by many names
To wander, to look, and listen
and be all that he was
Open up my mind, oh golden one
Joyful and mythic; proud and pure
Teach me pain and I shall handle it with grace
or shall I suffer until I learn power
or die, by the weight of your truth

Teach me, oh great dark one
I am you, as well
We are ‘all’.
Plentiful is our life, and there is so much to learn
If the world is ours, then to die by our own hand is the inevitable fate of all fortunate and unfortunate ones

Let me now be the catalyst of this constant flow
Wherever we die, if it is by our own hands, inward or outward –
our divine and contemporary selves shall be saved by the immortal god watching over us
It is him who we seek - above the castle staircase
Our footsteps we hear echoing through the halls and the chambers

Our anguish, our tears, our laughter, our love
Hung up on the walls
Screaming with laughter, our defeat, but our victories too
Our devils, our snakes, our heroes and our villains

Clashing together in this long war
Further – in an expanding hallway
Forever, and ever, and ever, and ever
Clashing together in this long war
Further – in an expanding hallway
Forever, and ever, and ever, and ever

Our stream runs black, and blue, and all colors seem to spew out
Like waves of consciousness that together, form the sea