Astral Thoughts

Oh Dr.Oz would you endorse Visionary entheogens, Opiates and stimulants to Find truths, Unlocking the rooms of the Universe of the inside? Following bliss Finding God , The true self The Astral self But the loneliest room Is the one outside. And the check out time is now. Oh sick world filled with a million televangelist And one hundred and fifty channels Filled with prosperity gospels And fifty dollar good faith seeds But the Lord needs a extra sixty. Oh Mr. Campbell what new myths Shall we live by? What new messiah awaits Behind face one thousand and one? Oh Dr.Phil help us as we brace our psyches For the trip back to the moon. The time is near for Young men shall have visions And old men shall dream dreams As they browse discount racks With money left over, After amscott customer service fees. Oh Lord how long Till this life rolls up Like a scroll? And we stand glorified Before ourselves Reflected in the eyes Of our absentee father?