Elevated - Myka 9, Factor Chandelier

In an enchanted realm

Where many plants prevail

There stands a well

Deep water brings forth a tear drop from Gaia

Frail, feeble, weary come from miles through dense flower and overgrowth

A solemn oath propose

That this oasis stay blessed, and unknown

Here, no war exists

And fear, is just a myth

We must leave this abode

The miracles are these gifts

It appears it is all there is

Yet in spiritual zones it’s important here not to sniff

Of any flower, or lift any stone

Slicing through a tremendous maze of ancient ruins

To heal themselves by the balm of its elixir

Appealing for help amidst a calm jungle picture

They make song and dance as they celebrate

The future harvest and vigor

The hunters secure a perimeter

These nomadic drifters seek shelter from the elements

But then sense something else there

Many winged ones take to the air

And every single creature more than prepare

For pure carnage and warfare

Within this sacred space that no human may share

Uniform in consciousness

Small varmints and bears

Something out of Animal Farm or Charlotte’s Web

But more rare, gorillas hurl dung at these intruders

Encircling these crude warriors is a zoo of forest roars

Troops of screams and boots, teams of insects displace fingers

Larger birds act as the couriers

Snakes and trees, vines, meshed together to form barriers

Primitive language is spoke of

Beware to those who would linger and did not leave this area

Nefarious omens, swarm in

Tornadoes form more various torments

Some perish in moments

None are spared

They were not mourned of, these opponents

And the onus was on those who were quite knowledgeable

But still didn’t notice

As some started fighting the forest

They all began losing their soldiers

Yet instinctively they think as we

Some with reverence

Some with indifference

And some simply wouldn’t believe the curse of the temple is the evidence

Only seeking freedom from shame

Some chose to remain and became victim to a more enduring pain

When morning came all that was left were the bones of their frames

From the souls that were claimed

The rest entertained enlightenment

As in an elevated chain of awareness

Refraining from frightenment (?)

These love bodies in one exclaim

Pay homage, to the full rejuvenation of the change

To be what is better than

To see the forever land

To keep free that environment

From the hands of greed and desire