I see great favour come to those
who catch your magic secret
I know it works
My will be yours,
I ask for blessing from the sky
Symbolic steeple
Tower of Babel
higher rocket scouts
thrust in symbolic heaven
purpose confused by
concealed desires
Great houses built to hold your essence
I know it works
Help with my bold
ambition for prosperity
no solace for faint hearts
Dreamed comfort now
in resurrection body
inherited in advance
Your providence enticed
with flattery and obedience
I know it works
Liturgical runway
lit with magic symbols,
ritual welcome for the cargo
Chanting hedonist we trust
could purchase such goodness
written on finest money
that a pope might buy a cure
Treasure buried on an island shore
marked safe by a cross on a map.
I know it works
I know it works
It captures me sometimes.
© 2007 Epiphanist
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