God will be obvious

The dead city is mine
it is for my strong sons to pick over
until nothing is left
for that is simple love for something that is dying

The field of the new age
Will soon be harvested by the hands of ambition
The sun ever looking down opinions and meanings are burnt up
burning recognition

The furious big cat of destiny and other predators will be tamed by the generations
The poison voids and dangerous routes will be made safe
The con man will be repudiated not by man but by the aura of existance
His presence will be caught in the systems that are here to overcome our way of life

The colors of wealth will paint our kind
Traditions, scripture and dogmas destroyed in brilliant explosions
God will be obvious
Our spiritual connections never to be herded like cattle again

Prosperity of the soul's many inspired colors and flavors
Will crush prejudice and push waves of harmonic bliss
Ambition and failure pushing to us the extremes of human triumph
Refined global awareness moving in our lobes

The dead city is mine
here I will rebuild
Dawn for prayer
Day for creation
Work my brother and accomplice
Strength climbing out of me until the elder years