Oh Holy Hell

Why so scared to have a bad time?
Carve new paths for neurons to ride
Web of life woven with pride
Washed away with clickbait headlines

Nomadic, fields of static
Half baked beliefs to justify habits
Overdriven brainwaves
Pressure flipping gods grace

Are we stuck here in purgatory
Residual energy circulating slowly
Overtones in harmonies are healing
Sacred synergy, focusing on breathing

"The Cherokees believe the earth is a great floating island in a sea of water
At each end of the four corners there is a cord hanging down from the sky
The sky is of solid rock
When the world grows old and worn out, the cords will break
And the earth will sink down to into the ocean
Everything will be water again
All the people will be dead"

("There is another world under this earth
It is like this one in every way
The animals, the plants, and the people are the same, but the seasons are different
The streams that come down from the mountains are the trails by which we reach this underworld
The springs at their head are the doorways by which we enter it
But in order to enter the other world
One must fast and then go to the water, and have one of the underground people for a guide
We know that the seasons in the underground world are different
Because the water in the spring is always warmer in winter than the air in this world
And in the summer the water is cooler")