Prism And Gate

I’m submerged in filth, fragmented chaos
In chrysalis state i await my birth
Thoughts and memories proceed to haunt me
Soon all these fragments will be gone
Morphing begins
I’m becoming a god
Birth is nothing but death’s beginning
Now as my soul is yearning
Morph to new paradigms
Find wisdom in the learning
My will always finds a way
See the embers burning
Sense no dividing line
Same being, dead or living
My will burns through time
This being feeds within now
To be born, be alive
Feed inside
Its presence goes beyond life
Fate will follow the mind
Birth is nothing but death’s beginning
Now as my soul is yearning
Morph to new paradigms
Find wisdom in the learning
My will always finds a way
See the embers burning
Sense no dividing line
Same being, dead or living
My will burns through time
This being feeds within now
To be born, be alive
Feed inside
Its presence goes beyond life
Fate will follow the mind
Morphing complete
Come forth emerging God
Birth is nothing but death’s beginning
This being feeds within now
To be born, be alive
Feed inside
Its presence goes beyond life
Fate will follow the mind
I am the one within now
I’m the transforming tide