I Am Not A Fool
And This Is Not The Fool-‘s Journey.
O Curse Of Dan,
I Know The Master Plan
I Know The Gnostic Trap You Laid For Me.
I Don-‘t Have Rivers
Named After Me
High Rise Trees Providing
Cool Shades
For The Way-Farer-‘s Sleep
Or A Stone Pillow For Jacob-‘s Dream.
Do You Think
You Will Dazzle Me
In This Maya, In This Maze Of Visions
In This Plateau Of Platonic Illusions?
You Are Dead Wrong, My Boy
You Are Dead Wrong.
I Will Not Prescribe Insanity
For My Fragmented Mind.
No, I Will Not Do That.
Because Man, I Know Who I Am
I Am Not From The Tribe Of Dan.
O Defeated Dragon,
Don’t You See
Your Temples Are Overturned,
Your Serpent Wings Are Broken
Which Brought Darkness To My Sky,
Drought On My Land.
O Curse Of Nephilim, O Slithering Dan
You Are Such A Prick,
You Are Such A Nut Case
I Will Crash You Into Pieces
No Matter Where Or When.
Ok! You Won The Game, I Quit
Tell Me
What Is The Price Tag I Should Pay
For My Over All Restoration Now And Then?
Don’t You See?
I Am Not The Man,
I Am Not The Man
You Are Looking For