A heart of toil a pang of pain
A barren mind locked down and slain
Freedom freedom the shackles cry
Echoes rise tearing down the sky
Servants of the light oh gods of high
Protect the flame lest it should die
Guard the treasure you swore to keep
From prowling eyes that do not sleep
But the gods are dumb and deep asleep
Their bellies filled with blood of sheep
The shadows creeped into their brain
Blackness covered their petty reign
But if heaven is deaf and shall not wake
Earth shall call down to the Snake
Arise. Awake. And do not fail
Pierce the thickness of the veil
A mighty stir and a flaming tail
An electric boom and a roaring hail
A word unformed in pregnant earth
Shoots a spear for a novel birth
A warm blue jay in a sea of mirth
Sings new rhymes exulting earth
A river of life of heavenly make
A pillar of light that nothing can break
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