assistance

With Musical Assistance (My Ascension)
3-8-18

Yet dogs shall eat of the crumbs
That fall from the table
In my life as a work beast freeing my hands
To action and love into practice
Four thousand ate besides women and children
O, vast immortal Here we can be
Back in Tyre to build a fire
Into Sidon to reconnect the whole
Bleesed art thou Simon Bar-Jona
Upon this rock we build a church
Which is within ourselves
God have me today to endure the dental drill
And come back home in one piece
To get my fill of gold in these latter stories
Given my own keys to my ascension
Taken up into a cloud
Does it really work that way
Or am I beside myself
The gates of hell will not prevail against it
As to work with ones own hands
And enjoy today
Joining that mad hunt
For gold in the north....