Sour Grapes "Late For Dinner Mix" - Puscifer

And the angel of the lord led me

Into the belly of the holy mother

A chamber black as pitch

But I felt no fear, only comfort

For I was as a child in the womb

And she bade me

«Peer through yonder portal

Which looked upon the heavens

And behold!

A mournin' angel»

(Hal-le-lu-jah!)

She ascended slowly from far beyond the horizon

Her light like a heavenly finger pointing the way

And on yonder wall she traced for me a path

Which led me five directions eight winters to east

And behold!

As my feet landed firmly upon the vital winter of the second score

There appeared before me a heavenly star

(Hal-le-lu-jah!)

A holy virgin, the bringer of life and breath

And she spoke unto me saying;

«Fear not the movement of the heavens above or the earth below

For change is what we are my child

Righteous are those

Who look up and sway with the wind

Who look down and dance with the shifting of the soil

Who swim with the movement of the tides

Who seek the truth around them

And discover that we are

And have always been in paradise

The reflections of heaven on earth"

Amen!

(Hal-le-lu-jah!)

And she spoke again saying

«Know, my child

That there is no devil seekin'

To cause guilt in the hearts to men

No evil, save blind faith, ignorance

And the desire for the unprepared

To blame others for the devastation

Left in the wake of change

(Hal-le-lu-jah!)

Change, my child

Change is in the heavens

Change is on this earth

Change is all around us

(Hal-le-lu-jah!)

And if we are reflections of the divine

We must roll with these changes

For we are these changes

(Hal-le-lu-jah!)

Eyes wide open

We must look upon

The heavens as a mirror

Wide awake, aware, deeply breathing

And when the ship comes down my child

You will be there

A true and holy survivor

To inherit the kingdom of God

(Hal-le-lu-jah!)

You will rise above the grumbles of the unprepared

To greet the new day

To drink from the sweet fruit of the vine

The water of life, the blood of the risen Christ, my child."

(Je-ho-vah! Yah-weh!)

Go now child

Tell them all

The ignorant

The blind paw of dogma

Blinded by faith

The doubters

The nay sayers

Tell them all child;

They cannot see the kingdom of God

They cannot see paradise unfold before them

(It's always gonna be sour grapes with you boy, until you get right with Jesus)

They cannot drink from the chalice

Which holds the blood of Christ, the water of life

Until they get right with Jesus

Until they get right with Jesus

(Je-ho-vah! Yah-weh!)

It’s always gonna be

Sour grapes with you boy

Until you get right with Jesus

Amen!

(Je-ho-vah! Yah-weh!)