( Holly Friesen - The Roaring Inside ) The heaven I paint is the heaven I get. The hell I paint, is mine as well, and so on, eternal blue bird, your sweet reverie wafts into my spirit, you too, eagle, you too, lovely bird. Sing me your stories and I’ll weave them into Love’s graces, and we, together as one spirit, can prove our allegiance to both, Mother and Father, honor the home, cherish and love it, our reason for being, our beholden, the eartH. (Wake up children! Quick! Into the cellar, there’s a storm a brewin’ between Love and Fear, Heaven and Hell, Here on Earth. On earth as it is in heaven, in heaven as it is on earth! We are home! Heaven is indeed ours to paint!) Heaven is mine to paint! (Humankind are angels! Woe to the next line… Brothers and sisters of Love, humankinds been led away from Truth. Humankind’s been stumbling their thick arses across the globe like raving zombies! Humankind’s set their air off with a foul venom, humankind has deadened the soil from a...
(The Weaver's Song)