I see a gate perched at the base of my wondrous
As ever they have, as they shall evermore
At the sun skull, for you are of high order
I tempt soaking the cloth
To steer the intention
I refuse this fate
Distracted by conflict
Heart and mind
I hold two swords and bide my time
As I sit neath the blackened sky
With weighted doubts I can't deny
My grounded spirit may never fly
Amidst gravity I can't defy
Divination
Stands between Moon and Water
The shadow and the subconscious
The darkness and the unknown
Divination
Is blindfolded
And in her blissful ignorance
Maintains her precarious balance
For now
You hold my hand
To leave and blast
In time, when feeling down
As mighty storm fronts are nearing
We can't do anything
Except of death
At the sun skull, for you are of high order
I tempt soaking the cloth
To steer the intention
I refuse this fate
Distracted by conflict
Heart and mind
I hold two swords and bide my time
Divination
Is blindfolded
And in her blissful ignorance
Maintains her precarious balance
For now