When the door opened and the stench of shoveled earth brains overwhelmed me I knew an open minded talk was imperative or someone may end up getting hurt, I decided to start from the middle
And work my way to the beginning by jumping around colorfully as I’m gifted in this procedure,

This is Star Chapel and I’m your unobtrusive Messiah,
Blue prints are drawn with a wet finger in the wind,
Gifted, supreme war song; tangible dance,
Stale dawn mimicry anoints those who look beyond the image of words,

The looks I was getting at this point were worth noting, or more so worth more than a thousand pictures of sand and cloud schemes cut up while sitting back mischievously to watch if anyone could organize them,
Complete dysfunction as was the theme of what had just happened and the handful of witnesses only saw or smelled the half of it, reading into it God knows what,

This is Star Chapel before you where the moon rises before 9 suns,
Clear rain stains the perfect channel of thought seeping under transient cracks,
This is where crystal visions become history,

Soon enough the end would give itself away or so I had hoped, because explaining would only facilitate hostility and this is exactly what I was trying to avoid,
Making sense is a familiar way was loosening the crease in the middle of the foreheads of my new friends-