Be A God (Higher Mix)

Be A God has been published in All of Me Vol. V, courtesy of Shadow Spark Publishing. There are two individual mixes of Be A God, inspired by double A-side, Drop This and Higher, by 4 Mega. You can listen to the Drop This Mix here.

Listen to Be A God by Richard Charles Stevens (Higher Mix)

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Be a god
Be that fire, ice or snow
Be almighty in delight of every starlight down below
Reignite the flame
That simmers in the rivers of your soul
Be a god
And be the giver of their flow

The only one delivering our dreams the knock out blow
Is ourselves
Sat atop our dusty shelves
We flat refuse to trust compel to thrust ourselves into excel
Unjust our swell
Of fears unfounded
Years of lustre hushed and grounded
No kiss left to tell
Crushed by selves the knell is sounded
Wishing wells shut down
Impounded
Dead cells treading eggshells
As we shed skin in our treadwells
Not a single thing is destined then to end well

Be a god
Be that land
Be that sea
Be that air, winds or trees
Be that flighted through high tide
Or underlying ocean deep
Reignite the flame
That simmers in the rivers of your soul
Be a god
And be the giver of their flow

The lilies in our livers
Are forgiven when they grow
Their mighty intuition
Reconsidered of tempo
We trust our guts although they jut
Through tummies overrun with cuts
These ducts then heal when we reveal
The simplest memento spilled
Bare souls feel
When dressed in glow
Groomed to be the best in show
Presumably the nesting holes
For heavy rumoured destined goals
Majestic oak
And heading rows of red root quenched
Then bled arose
The darling buds
Self love thereof
Encourage us
To be the gods

Gods
We dreamt of
Long ago
When we swelled justly
Unbeknownst
That wildflowers grow
To lead us home
When seen to reap the seeds we sow
Within our keep
There seats a throne
For our redeem alone
Esteemed we are
When weeds be overgrown

Be a god
Be that fire, ice or snow
Be almighty in delight of each horizon down below
Reignite the flame
That simmers in the rivers of your soul
Be a god
And be the giver of their flow
Be a god
Be that land
Be that sea
Be that air, winds or trees
Be that flighted through high tide
Or underlying ocean deep
Reignite the flame
That simmers in the rivers of your soul
Be a god
And be the giver of their flow

Sat atop our dusty shelves
We flat refuse to trust compel to thrust ourselves into excel
Unjust our swell
Of fears unfounded
Years of lustre hushed and grounded
No kiss left to tell
Crushed by selves the knell is sounded
Wishing wells shut down
Impounded
Dead cells treading eggshells
As we shed skin in our treadwells
Not a single thing is destined then to end well
The lilies in our livers
Are forgiven when they grow
Their mighty intuition
Reconsidered of tempo
We trust our guts although they jut
Through tummies overrun with cuts
These ducts then heal when we reveal
The simplest memento spilled
Gods
We dreamt of
Long ago
When we swelled justly
Unbeknownst
That wildflowers grow
To lead us home
When seen to reap the seeds we sow
Within our keep
There seats a throne
For our redeem alone
Esteemed we are
When weeds be overgrown

Be that sea
Be that air, winds or trees
Be that flighted through high tide
Or underlying ocean deep
Reignite the flame
That simmers in the rivers of your soul
Be a god
And be the giver of their flow

Richard Charles Stevens

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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