This little thing about the Stag…
It’s…
Ok, so let me tell you…
Oh never mind, you are so full of it, why should I tell you?
We have come to you over the ages,
Do you ever listen? Have you ever heard anything we’ve ever told you?
Yet, you always ask for more, you blinded fool!
The miracle is right before you, at your fingertips, beneath your breath…
The voice of God is written in every strand of every DNA in you…
Yet, you demand proof.
Are you not proof enough?
Can you not see the pulsating frequency of life radiating through you?
At this moment, the serpent is gnawing on the Yggdrasil,
And the shaman drinks mycelium sentience,
And I’m beginning to glimpse word made visible. How ‘bout you?
-IAT
Tags: Stag God