Jefal - (Selah) 0 The Summon.mp3 — Jefal

Who's that? I'm serious now, who's that? What's happening to my body? Oh, what? What? All kairos, the labors of men, pyres of all time kairos. I heard the blast of the angels' chorus. Come up hither to where affairs won't hinder. Come up to where time suspends and eternity never ends. Come, let us show you what really is true of the times you are and the times not too far. Come up and see the very matters that occupy the systems and patterns. In a flash, speed can't equate the dash. I am transported by light to see these very sights that speaks volumes without a loudspeaker. My very eyes beholding the legend of whom I am a seeker. These are not just lines, they are psalms. They were not discovered in time, neither is it a trance. I speak of the numerous pillars. Think on these things, Selah. These are the writings to the churches, the very mountains with divine touches, whose influences caught a flu and are isolated for fear and threats to sue. These are the scrolls of eternal pose about those who still are blistered with colds and those who shiver from catching cold. These are the comments with warning emojis. You get it wrong if you think these are letters to emojis. So I hear the harp of David as he strums to see this madness lucid. So on the chorus of ourselves, I rise to see from the point of seraphs. Suspend. Feel the cosmic things. Selah.