Testo Bishop

Think ye not of
Earthen autumn things
On your lonesome
To a neighbor bring
Any dream that keeps you from sleeping well
Be it Hell
Or if it be glory
Maranatha!
Science Fiction King!
We come after, yes
In a rocket bring
We ourselves & naught else‚ save cosmic
Lust
This frontier must
Greater commission be!

Heal me by degrees
Fear is founded‚ be thou grounded
Heal me by degrees

Dost thou not feel fed?
Manage tempest‚ sing! From a space ship bed
Manna, blest, our voyage brings
Hallelujah‚ praise every star crossed
Kid
Try? We all did!
C’mon darkness calls
ANON…

Heal me by degrees
Fear is founded, be thou grounded
Heal me by degrees