It's time to spit something out

The subtransuniversal spout

Time to shout!

No No No

Not quite yet

For you see the wheel is still in spin!

But if you would like to buy a vowel

Please give us your two cents

For you see

"we are merely players, performers, and potrayers....."

And 

"ant it funny how the feelin' goes away...."

Like a bicycle illuding the clutches of gravity

We too illuding the clutches of economical death

while sacroficing the souls of many

The situation is quite bare

With no more fruit to share

Maybe it is just a plee

From a man who can see

The vibrations now focus on the seed of hope

As the tears of Mother Earth fall so gently 

And the kiss from our Heavenly Father shine down upon our Mother

seeing to the seed the chance to grow in her womb

with it, a new consciousness to be born

so that we may live in our Father's Kingdom once again