Apollo 440 - Diamonds in the Sidewalk

Praised be delusion, the ripple Praised be the holy ocean of eternity Praised be I, riding; dead already, and dead again. Praised be the non-ending Praised be the lights of Earth-man Praised be the watchers Praised be my fellow man for dwelling in milk Praised be the embrace of soft sleep; the valour of angels in valleys of hell on Earth below. Praised be delusion, the ripple Praised be the holy ocean of eternity Praised be I, riding; dead already, and dead again. Praised be man! He is existing in milk, and living in lillies, And his violent music takes place in milk, and creamy emptiness. Praised be the unfolded, inside petal flesh of tenderest thought Petrols, and follying wave valleys idly sing themselves asleep. Praised be delusion, the ripple Praised be the holy ocean of eternity Praised be I, riding; dead already, and dead again. Praised be wood, it is milk Praised be honey at the source Praised be the embrace of soft sleep; the valour of angels in valleys of hell on Earth below. Praised be the non-ending Praised be the lights of Earth-man Praised be the watchers Praised be my fellow man for dwelling in milk. Praised be I, riding; dead already, and dead again.