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Malachi York: "They reside in the eight galaxy of the nineteen galaxies. & they do travel by... "ship" as you would call them for a lack of a better word. & they've been intergalactically traveling & coming to this planet since eleven thousand, five hundred years ago..."

Chorus: "I am the distant traveler, come from a far away star. I was drawn by the spirit of a gathering, I've come to join your song. (x2)

Invoked with astrological involvement, linguistic, ventriloquise whispers, hypnotic suggestions through apocalyptic fellowship. Cosmic duration, rhythmic pulsation, pulctuals of emptiness shift the vowel from between the void, intergalactic communication, implanted by enchanted transcripts, engraved in Sanskrit. Interpreted by crystal translators, organic robotoy, protects synthetic apparition, my parallel alien life forms, I swarm through the storm with a crown of thorns as my uniform. My staff transforms into a unicorn, in search of the promised land, guided by the pineal gland, brotherhood of darkness, order of the Sufi, under study of Tehuti. I build the sphinx, the reincarnation of Ramses, angelic protector of the holy relics, born in the subterranean level of the pyramid, my eyelid resembles Osiris. Bearer of the scepter, my mind is a replica of Mecca, Egyptian philosophers, politic in verses with the alchemists, archangels walk on the seventh plain.

Heeb the voice of the two edge sword, lord of the underworld. I escape Shambala to follow the scholars to the kaaba, where I transmutate my physical state into the form of the chupacabras. Stand on my altar on which I offer to the flying saucers, who resemble humanoid vultures, spinning sulfur as the Hebrew, who rest in the cathedral of the scarab beetle. Awaken by the mystic chants of the tarots, mutilating cattle upon the crop circles as the earth goes through planetary allignment, my assignment elevate from the confinement of the material plane, sustained by omnicron, my voice responds to the bomb that transforms into a pit of cobras, hovering over the former ice caps guided by the light of the Rumardians. My sham scans the land for biological holograms, monitoring the Luciferian conspiracy, overthrown by the army of the Pharisees, I ressurect as Hali Salasi, ****? the ways of Marcus Garvey but inherit the soul of Bob Marley & The Whalers. Sailers of the heavens, in tune to Illyuwn, my brithplace is the base on Mars, my face was carved into mountains of Cydonia, the planet shifts to eclipse the inner sun, communication through telepathic influence, commense to re insert the barathary gland, walking the burning sands of Sudan, accompanied by a clan of Etherians who seek for the Sumerian tablets, psychological magician appiritian of the Tibetan manuscripts, my tongue splits to fit each hemisphere, metaphysical shape shifter who dript up pillars from the village of overstanding, strip search you of your belief system, reverse my habitat, I build a altar in the form of a iglo in midst of the Sahara, the *****? invading terror like the era of the Andromedas, walk on the seventh plain.

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