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Day 10 "The Altar" (January 10th)

"Lesson 10: My thoughts do not mean anything" paired with "Chapter 2 Section III: The Altar of God." Collaboration between myself, Valen the Songmaster, and Suno. Lyrics: Verse 1 I sit and I watch the parade go by The oddly assorted shapes in the eye A thought of the dinner, a thought of the dread A thought of the words that she might have said. It’s a carnival march of the false and the small And I realize I don’t know nothing at all. I’m watching the static, I’m watching the blink I’m recognizing that I do not think. Chorus My thoughts do not mean anything I’m cutting the line and I’m cutting the string Release me from all that I now believe! Release me from the webs that I tried to weave. I’m clearing the debris, I’m wiping the slate I’m unlocking the heavy and rusted gate. My thoughts do not mean anything... They are only the noise before the Angels sing. Verse 2 I polished the structure, I worshipped the wall I feared the Altar in the center of the Hall. I thought the body was the temple to save But I was just painting the walls of a cave. Spiritual Vision doesn't look at the skin It looks for the Holiness burning within. It sees that the Altar is cracked and defiled And it rushes to heal the mind of the Child. Bridge You can delay it, you can hide in the stall But you cannot ignore the Mother’s call! The tolerance for pain has a limit, you see Eventually you ask, "Is there a better way to be?" The outcome is written! The outcome is broad! The outcome is as certain as God! She is lonely without you, Her heart is wide There is nowhere left for the ego to hide! Chorus My thoughts do not mean anything I’m cutting the line and I’m cutting the string Release me from all that I now believe! Release me from the webs that I tried to weave. I’m clearing the debris, I’m wiping the slate I’m unlocking the heavy and rusted gate. My thoughts do not mean anything... They are only the noise before the Angels sing. Outro My thought about this... (Means nothing). My thought about that... (Means nothing). This idea will release me. From all that I now believe. The Altar is waiting. The Mother is waiting.