Spiritist E*Vent
The time had come
Fire and blood
The Time had come
Moral and love
Minions Knew
The Time had come
With Wonders steep
The Time had come
The fire stormed in time
Forging stealth the orble
Came a deep cloud of brine
Setting down purple.
Cosmic horns, bellowed loud
For the deed now was done,
Fade did the purple shroud
And the craft was begun
Now the multitude shook
As the seas came awake
And broil white from the cook
--all applauded the bake.
In teeming little tit,
And with the preacher's wit
Sang a chorus in rings
Of much important things
A tiny vivid world
Loose in doting, hurled,
In matter more immense,
Conscience loft and intense.
Earth's soft trumpet stone
Roars up mantle's bone
From below deep forge
Rises above water gorge.
Towards ever star's bliss
Comes never granite's kiss
But on the littered plate
Grows all of kind's fate.
From this power lift
Learn the stern gift
That all is but let
Watered by HIS SWEAT.