The Giza Power Plant

Hardened

Like when the fresh air burns the lungs

And spiraling harvests

Coagulate the mind

That's rotting away

Thoughts within soil

From within the forms as such

Behind Death's realms

Of Earth-bound souls

Forever in a past that never happened

Astral trepanation

Yields transcendental ecstasies

And woes of frigid distance

No longer feel so far

But within reason

Thought out of reach

Through the doors we each must travel

Different markings either side

Without knowing the different colors

Of each beast's aura

Predisposed inertias

Propagate alien histories

As timelines weave between them while you sleep