To He Who Shall Come After (Mystic Fragments)

Closing his eyes-he is gone,
A cosmic clock provides the view-
Tears brought on by guilt and shame (For his sins)
Once it has your attention,
It exploits you-Amen-! (Amen)

The TV screen cracks,
A new picture exposed
Behold the cross-source of death! (Source of death)
I command thee,
Living and rotting flesh...

(Small fires flicker before you)

I have evidence, bad dreams
I have many thousands (Thousands)
-Hours synthetically created broaden the river to eternity- (There is no time for eternity)

And he wakes up,
Drifting on current,
Riding the flooded wave
And lifting his head,
He sees the dense timber, another rail,
Motion in his hands (In his hands)

We don't go mad down here
In mystic fragments
Strangely enough, the dream comes...
True?

Closing his eyes - He is gone,
He is gone
He is gone

He is gone
He is gone
He is gone