Knelt in supplication
Inward pointing state
Guided meditation
Eddies of Frankincense
Curling up in the smoke
Lifting sprits gently
A false sense of hope
The Mystic's Box sits still
Auspiciously idle
A reverend approach
An empty idol
Wailing ensues promtly
With great gnashing of teeth
Depth of the soul revealed
A cleansing so to speak
The lump of coal long dead
Your clothes have all been rent
Laying exposed now
Forest as your tent
Sins are washed; outlook high
A transcendental bliss
The Mystic's Box cold
Forfeit the angel's kiss
