Phyche Movers Poem by Ellen Ni Bheachain

He moves in places unknown to many,
Searching for 'Soul Keepers',
There are many,
Keeping the souls of people's lives,
Claiming all that they have gotten,
And in return a deal of life,
For those that sell their soul contents,
To get away from what is searching for them,

He searches in places in search of souls,
Those are lost from been misled,
To a better life with money and leisure of lavish lifestyles,
The return is their life, name, and place of birth,
So they that search for life can sell theirs that they claim,
Even their soul contents of life, religion, and family,
To those that are of the book of dead names in life,
Name and place of Birth from past relatives in life,

The Psyche Movers move around seeing Eye to Eye,
In search of those victimized by the Soul Keepers,
For what took them too when all names were sold,
Looking into the souls of empty beliefs,
With the names of others that are of good sent,
The eye is to the window of a Man's or Woman's Soul,
And the Psyche Movers are ones that can,
See into the eyes of the soul and soulless,
When psyche movers are sent in seeking,

They seek to return to the lost souls their life,
And in return, they enter into the Psyches places,
To build back and repair,
Their souls and life to begin back again,
Giving back to them their name as given,
And seeking out the name they were given by those,
Whom took theirs to enter their life as them,

For the 19th century was the taken of names,
With the 636 of Rev 13 in action,
The names of good sorts were led astray,
And the names of religion were taken by them,
The names of those that had been through life in all stages,
Were the names that could see the old names of ancients,
So, when the psyche movers,
Were sent out and among,
To regain back what could be,
With the list of the ones that went wrong,

This they began with a new list for a new century,
Of what is what and who is who,
Now in this new century,
As new age and new beginnings of time starts again,
For what sits on the fence,
Because it saw what went on,
And could not be bought in,
These are the ones,
That is in the middle,
Mediators of the sort,
That write it down,

So, in the results if you wander around,
Be careful of what says is,
Could be just by a name only,
Where a lost soul is crying,
Trying to get back to where they once belonged,
To regain what is theirs,
Or even still,
They are glad to have lost,
A name and identity,
That was of too much a burden,
For them to carry,

Then, there, is them that just,
Are the ones that sit on the fence,
With no ties or interest or really do they care,
To give up their name and identity,
And their history with it,
Written in good, bad, and in different ways,
From them and past generations of them,
That always wrote it down,
For the next generation to know,
What their past relative's life had been,

Yet,
Know what it is to see,
When the Psyche Movers,
Come out of their places,
To seek back their lost ones,
From the devil snares,
The devil snares,
That puts them in hellish places,
And they that just cannot break free,
From the chains of liabilities,
Where deals were made,

For that price that they paid,
When all was low,
And despair set in,
The Devil Snares were hard at work,
And when the price is paid,
That did involve,
The taking of a name,
Or,
Switching places,
Enters in,
The Psyche Movers.