Gods Calling Card
Hollow does not make the grain, the heavy blade to cut
Cease your labours of desire, break out of your rut
Know that in the peace of mind you’re taken and washed clean
Enhanced in the moment, living gods own dream
I felt you once before, although on the verge of night
Taken by the consequence, you became my sight
Now I know your calling card I‘ll be ready to
Speak the truth from my glad heart, guide all souls to you
Hollow doesn’t make the grain, blunt now is the blade
Cease your labours of desire, no more living in the shade
