i brush off dust stuck to me
from your crumbling city
and know that to you
heaven's kingdom nears
a psychic friend had once
taught me this mantra
not to cast spells, but to
protect myself from fears
i don't know why, but some
enjoy the negative condition
they're not exactly what
you’d call well-wishers
but know that no one
can affect your fate
if you protect yourself with
a charged mental state
