NEITHER LUCID NOR BLURRED

Surrounded by immortal elders at the at the door to heaven I hear a voice of silence whispering in a solemnly tone. That we have been blinded by the aesthetic fallacy Planted hemlock leading to eternal mortal as a price A warning from moses' will be witnessed before it's time to rise I'm traumatic and terrified, I close my eyes I see babbling persons in white beyond the blue skies The weak are made strong and magnified I see pride and vicious man crying In a fountain of lava together with a morning star For a millennium enduring pain without getting any scar I open my eyes and hear a lucid voice Eternal dearth is your choice The hour to reconcile is now not later The holy son is returning feckly now not later