A fated celestial alignment

Providing the impetus of liberation

To set me free from my confinement

My prison sentence’s cessation

Powerful Promethean planet

Granting a sacred electric current

Catch fire, feed it, fan it,

You’ve been struck — tag, you’re it!

Prepare the vessel

To receive such information

You’ll surely lose the wrestle

And end up an asylum patient

If you do not prepare the mind

To adequately receive

Those truths it may find

Beyond what you now believe

Once the doors are burst open

You’ll find no relief

Those hinges are forever broken

Sanity takes a permanent leave

So the question is

Are you a good dancer?

Give your life a goodbye kiss

And embrace the deathly answer