How can there be an end of that without origin? A death with no preceding life... Emerging from the sea Primordial mystery A thing as great as we Burns with light within Therefore we have no need For your corrupted creed And now we shall be freed Of notion of sin On high where I now sit Kind of heart and sharp of wit You wallow in your shit And turn from what I say I know that you are wrong And that before too long The former weak made strong Will wipe your ancient faith away. None can hope to surpass He in the looking glass His soldiers march en masse To raze the spirit to the ground Over ages past An obscure shroud is cast Apex iconoclast And no more traces will be found Hammer, sword and pen To shape the minds of men I tell myself again, "There's none as powerful as I" Supremacy of sense And mortal arrogance The cost will be immense I sold my soul to watch us die It's gone, erased, from all of time. For I have lost my vulgar state of mind. Through time will my hand go reaching... And so we come to the end of that with annulled origin. Erasure of preceding life.

The Rubaiyat

Long ago, there were many more as I am By the unseen world enthralled Possessed by unrelenting yearning To the hunt of truth were called Such a time has passed since my hand touched paper Buried now in the days of yore Ground and faded, my life's work obscured Lost in volumes of forgotten lore Hear my words, read them, don't forget what I told you I've your best interest in mind All the things I have seen, I'll pass them down You'll avoid the wrath of the divine Forces beyond your modern comprehension Barbarity is justified Thousand years narrowed to just a few pages Let the following be your guide: Voices from the grave and to your heart Be not a slave to the bestial part At the core of Man lest you be slain And then be damned to endless pain And the sun did spark, while the moon it shivered And the snake did slumber, while the earth it shimmered And the snake would wake to take the sun And the earth did quake and take the moon No longer graced by the first suns light Travelling through endless night To be caught in the second suns glow And there it spins with moon in tow Until the snake returns again from below Look to the past, prepare for the future Repent your sins before the heavens Remember death always comes in the blink of an eye Hold in your heart what here is written Never discount the wisdom of dead men The Scholar follows in the steps of the first sun He spends his time in the spiral archives The Bishop worships at the altar of the snake And spreads his dread through his faith The Architect bows to the second sun He plots its course and rotation The Machinist dreams of Father Moon To free him soon from mothers womb Look to the past, prepare for the future Repent your sins before the heavens Remember death always comes in the blink of an eye Hold in your heart what here is written Never discount the wisdom of dead men Voices from the grave and to your heart Be not a slave to the bestial part At the core of Man lest you be slain And then be damned to endless pain SCIENTIA NON HABET INIMICVM NISI IGNORANTEM QVIDQVID LATINE DICTVM ALTVM VIDETVR EXTRA ECCLESIAM NVLLA SALVS