Raptor Hunt & Mesoamerican Adventure

What do you know about raptors? We are refined prime predators. Quick minds make rapid adaptors. They’ve been around since dinosaurs. Now we've flight & in the sky soar! We’re a feature of much folklore. We now protect the bald eagle. Their true nature is quite regal. To hunt them in now illegal. I did once shoot a red-tailed hawk. Upon death we felt a soul shock! A somber truth no being can mock. My chickens needed protection. Death in my arms was connection. Its shocked eyes showed my reflection.

All raptors are now protected. Me & my soul God connected. My true nature it projected. Those anguished eyes, I see them still. I saw it was me, I did kill. There was just peace, no joy, no thrill. An event of pure transcendence, did demarcate Sol’s ascendance, as the truth accepts attendance. Its deep eyes sparkled like stars. All around red landscape like Mars. Our lives became each other’s bars. In each other we both have found peace. We now wear a golden fleece. To each other our fears release. Through the blood we’re fused together. Hunting we’re birds of a feather. Our pure love will last forever.

We’ll master the ways of the hunt. We endure the predator brunt. Fears & tears the killing does stunt. We listen to every heartbeat. We crave pure prey & love clean meat. The taste of blood delicious sweet! We refine, & sharpen our taste. We savor & don’t eat with haste. Brains are like a rich fatty paste. Life's diet keeps natural order. Of the pure souls Sol’s a hoarder. We bask in the raw gore splendor. Father & son are born to kill, hunting togethers quite a thrill! We cherish the blood we spill. We’ll glide on a celestial stream, where both life & death is a dream. We do live to silence your scream!

America has ancient ruins. Some from the south, some from, north mountains. They’re ancestral memory fountains. We will restore these ancient sites, where we’ll conduct mystical rites. We’ll worship the father of lights! Earth has a new story to tell. Men live in a dragon egg shell. To show the way Sol from high fell. The soul essence always revives, within this love mankind survives. Sol is above all man contrives. We’ll resurrect the old lost worlds. Sol’s perfect ways will be unfurled. Fruitless stagnation he has swirled! We don't die, we're only reborn. We become the wind of a storm, sent of a rose, sting of a thorn.

We’ll revisit space of Maya. We’ll see Tulum & its playa. We’ll learn of the lost Inca. We’ll visit land of the Aztecs. We’ll learn of the ancient Toltec’s, & we’ll learn of the Olmec’s. It’s part of Sol's spiritual peace. Primal memories make golden fleece. Joys, angers, & sorrows release. Sol’s eyes bring peace to restless souls. Dreams & nightmares his mind controls. Sol’s love the spirit world extols! He hears the speech of ancient stone. He does learn much from astro-bone. His perfect peace sets a new tone.

Dead spaces will have a new voice. Sol does restore with his pure choice. Earth, ocean, & sky do rejoice! We’ll see the many pyramids. We’ll decipher living from dead. Where we go, we leave golden threads. The world soul will thus resurrect. All mankind will then source connect. They’ll learn the ways of high respect. We will correct where things went wrong. We’ll resurrect the pure speech song. Each soul will find where we’ll belong. Sol’s pure love will see the unseen. Where life & death both is a dream, we’ll know the truth, from the core of being.