CONVOCATION

CONVOCATION 
By Kellie Rowley  and Zeph Daniel   They keep saying:  this is a hologram,  it’s a hologram, it’s a hologram!” 
 You’re the imprint of a spirit riding an  electrical wave that looks like a human Get it? Get it?   Where can you get it outside this biosphere  when the way out is the only way IN. Church of tomorrow  Doo be doos (sing along, sing with me) 
 Don’t let them talk you into a sideway shift,  becoming less than what you are.   Don’t let them talk you into a sideways shift,  becoming less than what you are. 
 You’re consciousness entwined in spirit. You cannot live in a machine They can break your brain but not that  thing that flitters above your head. 
 High pitched noise now invades your space,  summons the lower you to separate But you are not cream to rise or pond to scum You are infinite awareness with amnesia. Little tripping from those a slipping claiming to be real 
 But no deal for the unreal Time will tell in a steadiness, and all readiness Claimers claim only till when Tick tock stops like a freight train on a dime 
 Then truth comes through the chaos and  smooths out all the bumps In other words, take a breath and  just wait a moment. Don’t let them talk you into a sideways shift,  becoming less than what you are. Church of tomorrow.  
 Doo be doos (sing along, sing with me)