Oh Holy Hell

Why so scared to have a bad time? Carve new paths for neurons to ride Web of life woven with pride Washed away with clickbait headlines Nomadic, fields of static Half baked beliefs to justify habits Overdriven brainwaves Pressure flipping gods grace Are we stuck here in purgatory Residual energy circulating slowly Overtones in harmonies are healing Sacred synergy, focusing on breathing "The Cherokees believe the earth is a great floating island in a sea of water At each end of the four corners there is a cord hanging down from the sky The sky is of solid rock When the world grows old and worn out, the cords will break And the earth will sink down to into the ocean Everything will be water again All the people will be dead" ("There is another world under this earth It is like this one in every way The animals, the plants, and the people are the same, but the seasons are different The streams that come down from the mountains are the trails by which we reach this underworld The springs at their head are the doorways by which we enter it But in order to enter the other world One must fast and then go to the water, and have one of the underground people for a guide We know that the seasons in the underground world are different Because the water in the spring is always warmer in winter than the air in this world And in the summer the water is cooler")