I Am Not A Fool
And This Is Not The Fool’s Journey.
O Curse Of Dan,
I Know The Master Plan
I Know The Gnostic Trap You Laid For Me.

I Don’t Have Rivers
Named After Me
High Rise Trees Providing
Cool Shades
For The Way-Farer’s Sleep
Or A Stone Pillow For Jacob’s Dream.

Do You Think
You Will Dazzle Me
In This Maya, In This Maze Of Visions
In This Plateau Of Platonic Illusions?

You Are Dead Wrong, My Boy
You Are Dead Wrong.
I Will Not Prescribe Insanity
For My Fragmented Mind.
No, I Will Not Do That.

Because Man, I Know Who I Am
I Am Not From The Tribe Of Dan.
O Defeated Dragon,
Don’t You See
Your Temples Are Overturned,
Your Serpent Wings Are Broken
Which Brought Darkness To My Sky,
Drought On My Land.

O Curse Of Nephilim, O Slithering Dan
You Are Such A Prick,
You Are Such A Nut Case
I Will Crash You Into Pieces
No Matter Where Or When.

Ok! You Won The Game, I Quit
Tell Me
What Is The Price Tag I Should Pay
For My Over All Restoration Now And Then?

Don’t You See?
I Am Not The Man,
I Am Not The Man
You Are Looking For

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