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Knowledge can be painful when you keep it inwards

When people all around you don’t understand and mock you

Knowledge can be painful if you thrust it inwards

Child of the Serapeion, renowned daughter of the Gods



The desert echoes, “blessed be the poor in spirit”

But you, radiant, with virtuousness and wisdom

Steaming from the Divine Serapeion itself

With courage in your heart and sadness in your eyes

You were the conductor of a choir of souls

That gathered around the Gods…



The spark is laying hidden, yearning for an advent

Raging into an igneous burning flame of Gnosis

You were seeking beauty at the wisdom’s selvage

They have to be perfect! They have to be perfect!



Demonic witch of Hell

Enchanting men with spells

The horde of Cyril’s mob

They tore your clothes apart

They tore your flesh apart

Apart…



They dragged you into the church of christ

They threw you down and took your life

You died upon the temple’s floor

The dream of logic died along with you



That day it all turned black

That day a monstrous fog

Rose up and covered all the noblest things on earth

On earth…