The Stained Glass Lady at the Chapel
Hard eyebrows circle the embroidered triage upfront
Just the reflection
From her eyes of stained glass
Isis, Mary, Eve
She sat there
In her theatre
Dressed up in camouflage cover from her latest
Show
They agreed to end it
Upon her word
They reflected upon a woman's word in this age
A surprise they heeded
Who?
Undeniable, Undiscoverable Authority
Where does the water find the root?
Where does the fruit
Grow from seed?
What seed was wiped out?
A reflective reality means
The Jinn has spread to "Earth"
Because "we too" lost our mind
Coincide
Don't give up on God to heal
Is she to put down in the land of forgetfulness
Or retire to a homeland that isn't home anymore
To feel "real"
They imagine the past
She imagines the future for them
And they love it, her as someone else
In a photograph
A world leader lies in torment for her people
They imagine golf & riches
However
Whatever
Corse corpse agreement
Stained glass in the chapel
For all to pray right-side up
Eyes upon them from all the so-called Saints
They recover
Every so often the men lead again
And no one betrays God
Who is anybody?
Who is somebody?
Who was born in the reflection?
Welcome Ho! Land of the Jinn.
The Mantra is... let's be authentic
With our people... whoever "our people" is.
The Lady in the stained glass ordains it
With water
And we all drink it. Holographic water. Reflective water.
The water of the stained glass... Holy water too (in the chapel).
Just the reflection
From her eyes of stained glass
Isis, Mary, Eve
She sat there
In her theatre
Dressed up in camouflage cover from her latest
Show
They agreed to end it
Upon her word
They reflected upon a woman's word in this age
A surprise they heeded
Who?
Undeniable, Undiscoverable Authority
Where does the water find the root?
Where does the fruit
Grow from seed?
What seed was wiped out?
A reflective reality means
The Jinn has spread to "Earth"
Because "we too" lost our mind
Coincide
Don't give up on God to heal
Is she to put down in the land of forgetfulness
Or retire to a homeland that isn't home anymore
To feel "real"
They imagine the past
She imagines the future for them
And they love it, her as someone else
In a photograph
A world leader lies in torment for her people
They imagine golf & riches
However
Whatever
Corse corpse agreement
Stained glass in the chapel
For all to pray right-side up
Eyes upon them from all the so-called Saints
They recover
Every so often the men lead again
And no one betrays God
Who is anybody?
Who is somebody?
Who was born in the reflection?
Welcome Ho! Land of the Jinn.
The Mantra is... let's be authentic
With our people... whoever "our people" is.
The Lady in the stained glass ordains it
With water
And we all drink it. Holographic water. Reflective water.
The water of the stained glass... Holy water too (in the chapel).