King - Cynic

From the mountain top

He looks upon the crowds

Mindful among the mindless

Unbound

King of those who know

I’m sheltering the fears

The loneliness exposed

An ocean born of tears

For the world

The churchyard bells

Ring mine for just today

Save me from hope

That I’ll be saved

King of those who know

My thirsts unquenchable

The rain could become gold

And share my box of bones

In the ground

We raise the vibratory level so high

That all untruth will fall

Of it’s own dead weight

King of those who know

I’ve taken off my clothes

The diamond crushed the stone

And gave the world a heart

Our karma’s all been burned

The molecules emerge

In a world beyond this world

We dare, speak the word

King of those who know

Into the pure abodes