Beyond the mount zion uptops 
Where the smoke of sacrifice goes 
The risen lion roars
Like a messanger of God that calls 
From from the very bowels of God's own voice 
To me this isn't a thing of choice 
But a time to reason with master and all my brother disciples 
Ere the smoke of born angain transformation begins to rise
Upon its jouney toward the skys
While i see what  see with my own two eyes
The enlightment of God and i tell you no lies
The master knows a thousand ways 
To differenciate the foolish from the wise. 
Who has known the mystery of the five trees in paradise 
Which is only a human head whose  bowels are only five 
this is a gospel more of soul travelling and past lives                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    