Mind Hunter

 

Imagine a moment Deaths daughter walked the earth, what it would be like to be in her mind, to see what she saw. Take a look around you on this glorious morn brought to you from in-between Mon through the smoke wrapped mountain dripping with the water of life.

Imagine a moment Deaths daughter walked the earth, what she would really be like. How do you think God would instruct her to live her life? What do you think Deaths daughter would really have to know to help people make course correction if their destiny was a smooth ride up the river Styx, per her Fathers mandate with which she was charged. 

Imagine a moment Deaths daughter was real and she wrote everything down to prepare you for a different kind of future. Where you could actually figure out some real lessons...to get you where you need to go. Deaths daughter would probably understand things differently then you wouldn't you think?

Imagine a moment Deaths daughter was real and said, "you should read all the books it isn't a sin, the truth is within behind the books covers." For a moment could you possibly wonder perhaps what she does when she goes down under or flies above you or all around how through time and spaces she moves.

Imagine a moment Deaths daughter was real and loved you, what she could do for you if you listened to her instructions. Imagine the ease up the river Styx all worries left behind, if you started to listen to her plan of action, there is still enough time, Our Father rules are easy to find. 

Imagine the doors Deaths daughter could open.

Imagine the doors Deaths daughter could hide.

Imagine the moment Deaths daughter reaches through the water of time how she could charge the current of the river Styx as populations float on barges clueless, deaf and dumb and blind.

Imagine a moment Deaths daughter was real and she found no use to you.

Imagine a moment Deaths daughter was real and believed there was something special in you and with patience and time you would understand the purpose of life. 

Imagine a moment Deaths daughter was here, what command would she have, through space and time and matter. 

Imagine a moment Deaths daughter was here, what do you think she would know with a wink of the crow of the truth of your near and dear. Her judgement of truth, tons of feathers that tickle your fancy or poke at you like the needles of the sand storms piercing through your skin.

Imagine a moment Deaths daughter walked this earth, what her garden would be like. Think for a moment and recall down the row she has the key into the know. What standard would she carry if judgment was at hand would she have the master key to organic matter. 

Imagine a moment Deaths daughter knew the after life, would she take care of the purist of life or the foulest in the den. Think deep and hard for her mandate is at His hand, not hers you See She is Mother of all for those that See. She lives by Her Fathers words as an example for those to heed. 

Imagine a moment Deaths daughter walked the earth, what the earth would be like at the time of the choosing what the earth what paths would the peoples really be walking. You See the truth is it's always in the happen sometimes though the happen happens in masses.

Imagine a moment Deaths daughter had a garden what she could grow.

 

The matter floated, rose and moved freely. 

Nebulas of smoke, enigmas of objects within. 

There she took what was like flight

Her ravens wings spread wide

Her black and white oxfords tied tightly around her feet. Daughter of death was about to cause a bright fright

when you wake 

there you'll see

a frightful face in front of thee 

for all the blood of innocent spilled

for the love of self

in to eternity

around and around

a spiral down you go

where you stop

God knows

next up your turn

your turn to burn

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

three worlds under three worlds to the left three worlds to the right three worlds above three worlds deep three worlds around thee

from the steeple to the beam they wiped Our Lady clean

they set the fire

all one for hire

wolves on the street

in packs

with might

set a free

they come for thee

This is the year 53

I am coming for thee

a valkree from space

that sets in your mind

a story of truth 

from the beginning of time

Imagine Deaths daughter were real

would she be good for you

would she be bad for you

Imagine Deaths daughter wrote a book

she would make it free

She believes you are free to make your own choices

She knows you will pay for them

somewhere 

down her 

River Styx