Zero, zero, the number is newly up, so drink thristly from the holy spirit cup.

This will be no easy flight to Spain

I am talking about the final flight at the end of the fight between the dark and the light

Only if you dedicate some praise to the eternal burning loving flame, Jesus was the only man who knew its real name

Lucifer tried to inflict numbers on Davids clan a long time ago on from his original plan

Now he is back through the binary code and I guess humanity will have to bear the overload

Most will go down the burning road

Still caught in the outer shell, trying hard to escape the Earthly spell

Looking at my life in parts in slow motion, the good things I did and the many ills

The happy times when devilment came precariously close on occasion

The giving way to temptation without due consideration

The self inflicted mental constipation, the exadurrated sense of elation

At times running the animal nature so close

Looking for the challenging fights, trying to wrong the rights

Creeping to close to the gates of Hell, getting familiar with its acrid smell

Pity I can't wash my soul in the sink, hoping God will wink and say walk in

To complete a circle, to pass through all gates to fly beyond the sky

To never ever die, to look with respect at my creator eye to eye

I'm looking out through sunlight, but compared to God I'm nearly blind

I'm on the earthly plane watching time quickly slip down the drains

I'm battling against the unending flow of conscious state

I should be at the front door, but I have not even reached the back gate

I hope St Peter is not fishing late

I am staring out of eyes that have witnessed darker scenes than failed love and ending dreams

I am looking out sometimes through stilled frames with visions coldly coming through

I have filled my life with emotions deeper than the deepest blue

I have dabbled in the material game and its' all consuming flame, I guess Jesus knew its name.

I would rather be a jester than an knave or some computer slave

I would rather scrape into Heaven than rule in Hell

My mind is tearing softly at the weak parts of my soul.

I am getting much nearer to the abyss: no wonder so many go on the piss I hope I might miss. I have lost so many loved ones', some among the living dead; It seems the material World went too much to their heads.

I will feel lucky if I die peacefully in my bed.

Thank God that Christ was just a man; otherwise it would not have been a fair plan. now Lucifer has come as two so that the game would be definitely true.

When your World is getting smaller, as your kids are getting taller.

When you have to have wear an oxygen mask in your car, perhaps you might realise that you have been acting like some infernal bug that has destroyed the Creator's protective ozone rug

I guess I'm ahead of the rest, I've passed many hurdles on these final tests

There is no sight of any kit or kin, just an ocean of souls on their final flights in

Crystal trees line all routes reflecting diamond bright skies

Orange flames burn fiercely way down far below, what's going on down there

I would rather not know

Angels are gathered in throngs singing beautiful melodic songs

Doves are swirling in a strange patterned flight, '' O my God its a smashing sight''

Strange it is to see without human eyes

I guess there's no time for lies or alibis

Speeding across the planets, in a twinkling of my eyes

Eating anti-matter as I pass all light and substance by

Black holes seem to appear in my whole being as I expand all space and time

regurgitating matter as I renew each ending dream

Darkness was created by my enlightened mind, why if everything was clear for you , you'd all be colour blind

So find a way to join me now, speeding across my Galaxies where happiness never ends and all you meet are friends

Booming voices, burning bushes, bread from Heaven, tablets of pure stone

By these and many other wondrous signs I have become well known

O' Judas come and greet me with a kiss on the cheek .

A friend like you I would like to meet.

Was your act done just for money, or to put him to the test.

You knew he walked on water and what about the rest.

To deal with a few priests and soldiers should have been easy for the Divine, but then rough hands were put upon your master and he was obediently led away.

When all the other disciples scattered and one even left his cloak and naked ran away.

Why I believe that they could have it in a Vatican cloak- room right up until to-day

When the gamble that you took backfired another way.

You showed the feelings of your folly, when you returned to them their stinking lolly.

Then hung yourself on a nearby tree, a much greater gesture than bending on a knee.

You did not know the outcome of what you had done, but your love was great for the sources only Earthly son.

So when betrayal is spoken of, I have often heard ill mention of your name. Please do not worry, I can appreciate your pain.

Logical deductions made by me in the past come back to haunt me and make me look now no wiser than an ass.

Beautiful it feels to forgive those who have given me slow mind poisons.

I don't bother now to always run for shelter when it rains, living in a hot country for a few years could explain

Unpleasant first experiences are not always ending as bad things, worse can occur by exchanging two simple rings

I am aware that our Creator is always there, he listens to our genuine needs and not our unnecessary greed's

Wake softly with reverence to the dawning day.

Do not the birds sing with beauty this way.

Why every living animal must surely pass away.

Talk to the hidden worm.

Talk to the potential fly.

Talk to the possible ash.

Realize what you are before you must pass

Analyze the desires of your human mass.

Fight the need for excess, encourage success without hidden desire.

Find out the real meaning of the word bless.

Sins could make you wise if you truly repent, remember every landlord wants his fair share of rent even if its your soul you have misspent

Prepare to sail across the never ending heavens over ever expanding awareness, peace and time.

Do not continue to believe in the man made high values put on diamonds and gold.

Billions of souls have been lost through their pursuit, when doing good acts would have been better in truth .

Slip quietly past the awning abyss, the ones eternally kept there are better off missed.

All have had their chance on this earthly plane

Now they will forever be under the rule of the king of the dead

Formerly known as Lucifer bearer of the light but is probably known to you now as old Nick instead.

After the time that the moon turns to red and many stars fall from the skies.

The four will leave their spore for the third and final time

The ones that survive these 1135 days will to the lord give great honour and praise as all the dead just he will raise to continue endlessly without torment and unnecessary pain

I, am the dust ? Why is the dust me

I, float on all the winds and land on all the trees

Once I, had a nose and planted a tree

If I didn't, I, wasn't and the dust wasn't me

Nobody seems to notice me few seldom seem to care

Maybe its because I'm invisible but I'm always there whether you are in a large crowd or simply all alone

I'll be there beside you , you won't even have to phone

Perhaps you've become enlightened and guessed my real name

Hey it doesn't really matter

I'll love you just the same

You'll never be able to loose me and please don't forget

I, was there beside dear ADAM when he first drew breath

The golden yellow sun that shriveled up their leaves hangs high as if suspended in an Autumn violet flecked sky

The sodden ground sinks under foot.

The evening air is filled with smoke and smut.

The passing people now like spectral look

The Autumn ghosts are here , they are still old yet dear to all that die and fade.

To awaken again in some leafy glade

To walk with wild beasts quite unafraid

To feel Gods light without the fright

Beyond comprehension are the only words

I, know how to describe you.

From the forming of the galaxies out in the desolate darkness.

Your creativity is immense O' great and gentle mother, full of compassion and sensitivity overcoming masculinity.

Which you desireth until infinity, as thou willith so shall it be

Did you not place Eve under the apple tree

To circle the immeasurable with golden suns burning with loving smiles like holy nuns

I, know perhaps where it all begun.

To me big bang is just a joke, Does not every egg contain a yolk

The shells you spatter with golden matter They want you desperately to return

Their experiences are now nearly complete.

Their urge to leave will never repeat

Every day will be the golden way

Some of favorite beloved ones have passed on to be under your loving care.

I, hope I end up there

Now please I beg you, don't destroy our only life giving sun.

The secrets for mummifications and sacred incantations and mesmeric recitations were lost by the invading barbaric nations, who obviously suffered from mental constipations.

I. know that your patience is running out over what we have done.

Remember how you felt when you turned the water into wine

You loved your mother so much even though it was not the right time, yet you could not to her be unkind

What about the time you went fishing by the sea and inspired men for eternity

Not to mention walking on the waves, this act would have given confidence

to any doubting sage

Why your message was so powerful you never had to write a single page.

You had a scrabble in some sand , the result was simply grand

How you banished the evil spirits from the swine

They were happy to plead for mercy from the divine

To hold so much power in both your sacred hands and yet let them pierced with long iron nails is beyond human comprehension that this act could lead to spiritual redemption without exemption.

You could carry all the known existing Universes on your back in a tiny little sack just for the crack.

You are killing this temporary mortal human interface with happiness Tears of awareness and joy cleanse the spiritual side

Weakness has a satisfying ache in front of perfection

YOU ARE OUT THERE EVERYWHERE

BEAUTIFUL ONE

For we have created a box with great powers,

that can overthrow many kings at any hour

With thirteen disks in every box, the wizard mocks the word of God

Apostles twelve he has not got, but thirteen now is quite a lot

With all the greatness in his mind, yet to the Lord he is so blind

St Peter used a fishing net but he will use the Internet

I want to swim the eternal sea

I want to walk with the truly free

I want to find out why I wanted to be

I want always to need your love and also from the God above

I want to really tell the truth, except to my sister Ruth

I want to throw my sins into bottomless bins

I want forgiveness form those I caused unfair pain

I never want to live again in Spain, where policemen don't seem to act the same

I want to walk with an angel hand in hand, into the Promised Land

"Wouldn't it be grand"

Passing through the last steps of my allotted temporary time

Not giving enough to my Creator for his love so fine

Logical deductions made in the past come back to haunt me and make me now look no wiser than an ass.

Beautiful it is to forgive those who have given me slow mind poisons

I don't bother now to always run for shelter when it rains

Living in a hot country for many years could explain

Unpleasant first experiences are not always bad things

Worse things can occur by exchanging two simple rings

Torrents of normal emotion start to twist and turn in flesh driven desires that draw me nearer to the fires

I am aware that God is always there, he listens to our genuine needs and not our unnecessary greed's