The insects did not look at me in the eye.. they were too limited to
look up to my world. From on high in my notion of an everlasting God
was wrecked by those who didn't believe.. My faith could not hold up
to their mockery of it. I transcended that which could be serious by
laughing about it.. it replenished my senses and brought a cold
draught of genius to my consciousness.. I noticing the final moments
with my slain brethern in fact did laugh so I could transcend this
sacred place into the drunken wine which if I were to drink of it,
would not only invigorate me but extol upon my great vehemence an odd
light. So my brush into Harvard bars brought on a psychedelic
nature.. one that would exceed the stability and from this place where
I stood the insects were men who mourned the loss of good times..and I
stood above it only to turn crazy because of Hallowed ground..
Hallowed Ground (by Seung B. Kim)