Metatron, King of Aliens.
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The inner Soul of who I really AM,
began its life in a shadowy realm;
hovering above in a menacing ClOuD,
a Ghost haunting my elemental mind!
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Our instinctual reaction to a god,
is to feel attacked from another world;
the threat is projected onto the "other",
confusing inner myths and sensory data.
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There's only one screen for all images,
both imagination and worldly thoughts;
and so they get mixed-up into a story,
human drama meets Alien mythology!
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Mythos is the tongue of Heaven stolen,
the channel for higher communion;
from unconsciousness a seeming threat,
it wants Blood to drink and Flesh to eat!
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My ego is a creature stuck in duality,
male/female, subject-object materiality;
but the Alien reconciles all opposites,
by dematerializing the world into Dust!
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Death and resurrection is its game,
so I must surrender my lower dream;
for I AM my Alien now looking down,
an Observer is need of Bread and Wine.
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My Foetus crushes me with its force,
diStills the Blood, water into Myst;
it is the Grail and Host for the HOST,
Flour becomes a vision: Alien Christ!
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We have lost this war-like invasion,
and yet we are saved by the Metatron!
The King of Aliens comes with a Gift:
a Bundle of Bread at my Eucharist.
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"Whoever eats my Flesh and drinks my Blood has eternal Life,
and I will raise them up at the last Day." Jesus, John 6:54
