* Jesus pray for me
* Luke pray for me
* Angels of God, intercede for me. Michael, pray for me
* Dedicated to Hands Like Houses, Introduced Species
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qe3vmzBArxE
+----Unto Us A Child Is Born (Michael The Archangel's Song); The Forethoughts Of Michael The Archangel Before Joining in the Singing at Jesus’ Birth.
This, truly then, is a marveling song,
of wonder, of fear and terror
about backlash for ontological
interpolation, about God the Sojourner
transmogrifying Himself from a realm
of purified spirit to salacious skin,
straddling two worlds that couldn’t
be further apart cosmologically.
The lyrics are of new vernaculars,
angel linguistics, seraphim and
cherubim making preparation
for god blood, for god death,
new notes and notions on golden
bejeweled harps of our Creator slain
for men. And so its all the more
imperative that we rush back
and unsheathe the blade after
this birth, to feed the horses
of apocalyptic brawn and refortify
the phalanxes that encircle
the Tree of Life, snare drum beats
by Adam and Eve echoing in Eden,
the syncopated rhythms and
harmony of war. For at the end of our
verses, Satan will know the Baby;
And that the Revolution has begun.
(The prelude to humanity inheriting eternal
life, like us, and ruling over angels)
-----------------Luke 2:1-14
In those days Caesar Augustus issued a decree that a census should be taken of the entire Roman world. (This was the first census that took place while Quirinius was governor of Syria.) And everyone went to their own town to register. So Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem the town of David, because he belonged to the house and line of David. He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to him and was expecting a child. While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no guest room available for them. And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.” Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying,
“Glory to God in the highest heaven,
and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests.”
----Introduced Species Lyrics
We don't belong here.
In a way we are all connected,
threaded together.
In a way we are all suspended,
bound going nowhere.
Wake up,
walk on the wires.
Defeat and define.
Wake up,
evolve and escape,
Unravel, unmake yourself.
We speak in tongues
and we walk on the wires between,
we don't belong here.
We are the sleeping sickness,
the dancing dreams,
we don't belong here.
We're invaders from the inside,
we're survivors in silver skin.
Shapeless, we move,
unwinding the wires between,
we don't belong here.
So we'll follow, follow down
each knotless fathom to the end.
No more hollow, hollow sounds
of echoes, echoes in our heads.
Wake up,
walk on the wires.
Connect and combine.
Wake up,
react and reshape,
untangle, unmake yourself.
We speak in tongues
and we walk on the wires between,
we don't belong here.
We are the sleeping sickness,
the dancing dreams,
we don't belong here.
We're invaders from the inside,
we're survivors in silver skin.
Shapeless, we move,
unwinding the wires between,
we don't belong here.
It's been a long, long night
and we're still learning how to survive.
Will you walk with me awhile,
and see a world with brand new eyes?
We see the sights,
and we're fighting for our lives.
Will you run?
Will you run?
Will you run?
(It's no longer survival of the fittest,
now that everyone survives.
But we don't want to survive...
...We want to live)
In a way we are all connected,
threaded together.
In a way we are all suspended...
We speak in tongues
and we walk on the wires between,
we don't belong here.
We are the sleeping sickness,
the dancing dreams,
we don't belong here.
We're invaders from the inside,
we're survivors in silver skin.
Shapeless, we move,
unwinding the wires between,
we don't belong here.
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