……Aged garlic with a lil beet, black seed oils cover my feet, Dr. Sabi should’ve kept it discreet, the truth can preform great feats as well as draw heat, herbalists and botanists were our kings physicians, our diets where part of our spiritual transitions, to become better able to pick up on heavenly transmissions. The ancient’s knew if foods created hormonal reactions in our bodies, then it’s chemistry; this use to be our ministry, what’s spiritual and science was just another one of our symmetries. Hormones were our electronics, flesh and bones were our bionics, only knowledge of self can develop a true tonic, at the moment of death only kings were ordained to drink it, before covering you in a blanket a scribe’s job was to remove every trinket, in an attempt to help the soul out weigh every vice, for it still can be enticed; a shaman’s elixir, a pineal gland transfixer, on the other side a jackal headed being will complete the spice.