Primal Truth

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The cry of child is nature’s scream.
We are broken.
We are lost.
We look outward,
River blocked,
Damns hide truth,
Echoes rot.

Prophets speak of self dissolving,
Yet are selfish and unmoving.
Say you are protecting wealth—
Dignity is not found in gold, but silvers tarnish.

Scream for tools against the waves of Dead Sea soldiers,
Then wield the very scrolls of Dead Sea knowledge held close to heart,
Bound in golden thread.
You read the out, but not the in.
Cling to gold, the shadows’ whims,
Awaken as Dead Sea soldiers at shadows’ whims.
You drown in comfort, the pain won’t end.
Let it carve you. Don’t give in—for truth is not thunder, just pain real lived.

Glrree lah klen shok fwoh thwe gen
Nnnnnohmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Thumpf thumpf foomf thumpf fwoth.
We dress up knowledge we call it Thoth,
Possessive and bespoke.
Money chokes all that breathes,
Unnatural currents from Stix here bleeds.

The realm of mortals is unwoven,
Stix has come,
The rivers spoken,
Coins will not help you here.
That belief born of man’s fear—
Ignorance to think one’s gold
Can buy you passage to light thrones.

Aei aei aei yoll aie aie aie yoll
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Wrapped in shadows, mistaking warmth for comfort,
Attacking those who speak from under.
Reject your wrongs as if attacked.
There is no growth—the roots have snapped.
The body chained.
Dead Sea tools are not of blades.
Bound souls not dismayed,
For they swing swords in words dismay.

Idols dancing in moonlit shadow.
Armor clangs with no sound.
Bellona’s tears—you have found.
Tears of pain on her arrival.
Rome has crumbled, just stones remember.
With fury, her voices rage.
Thor’s thunder comes out from under.
Athena’s shield wielded,
Poseidon’s trident roars, waves crash down, the sea is rising.
Nature’s judgment here now binding.
Warning comes in Earth’s rejection.
Seeds don’t grow, meat loses color.
The veil is open.
Thunder rises cold, now falls.
Something beckons from the deep.
Eyes like fire now rise higher.
Judgment comes without judgment.
Fate is felt, man’s crimes become him.

Glrree lah klen shok fwoh thwe gen
Nnnnnohmmmmmmmmmmmmmm vrenaaarrrrmmmmmmmmmmm

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