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created when the ages where young

selfhood and lust were yet still unsung

divested from ancestors' advice

many were willing to pay their price



they carved the ancient spell in the wall

defining all that you are

creating righteous beings so tall

eternal moral memoir

and as the mist of ages arose

their minds were washed clear of the cause

that what once was innocent and pure

would vanish except for the contour

see the king in his palace

who calls himself the god's firstborn son

remaining utterly faceless

enforcing the will of the one

for his crypt tp eclipse the sun

the subjugates blood spilled upon

fatuous believers of unequal realms defused upon the earth

one in shape but not in believe envy was given birth

and soon the earth was soaked in blood

as empires fought for their ways

jaundice is the ill-bred's cud

and mistrust would reign in these days

time would come and god's would fall

the spell rebirth and reshape

hidden behind a fortress wall

for knowledge should not escape

i know you may have fear inside

enslaved ones hear my call

there is no word written in a book

that's righteous to us all

may you be prudential and decent

you are the only one to obey

bow not to the nonexistent

for it won't help you find your way

a new dawn will break

mankind shall awake

a wise man once said

that god is dead

go to where we are one