New Kid in Town

A cosmic vocation, heavenly god

This ravel on earth, still fights like a dog.

The spiritual guidance falls on deaf ears.

Their money their systems, most living with fears

Oh, heavenly father, bring suffering to an end.

Be with them and guide them, please be their friend.

For they are killing their mother, our nature in peril.

In greed and in hunger, many souls are now feral.

The underworld is calling, our god of fertility.

Osiris has come but has not come willingly.

He comes at this time, when humanity has choice.

He comes at this time, to give humanity a voice.

He has drawn on his sword, to protect and to say.

That the way of the future, is the Manaian way.

Coming up from the mountain, one man heard its words.

Who was sent on a quest, to free speak its verbs?

Of the filth who incarcerate, and who makes unfair laws.

And to do right in action, against many with floors

He will seed what is needed, fertilized with the truth.

From much deceptive information, he became our sleuth.

The information undeniable, he leaves nothing out.

He has come to lead all humanity, lead them all out.

And wars won’t be needed, all will be on one side.

There can be no opposition, or nothing to hide.

The secret societies, corporations, does this challenge their power?

If there is opposition, it’s because these all will sour.

And so, laws may be changed, and security tightened.

Labour will be forced, and the cost of goods will keep rising.

Yet the Way is our answer and leads all men away.

From our tyrannous authority, and their power toy plays.

The way restores our connection, to the sea and of land.

And the air that we breathe, and the animals and,

Our resources and our environment, and all that does matter.

For all must have dignity, so make this your chatter.

Oh, cosmic vocation, oh heavenly space.

Thank you for assistance, and the bringer of grace.