I viewed gods and chariots over violent skies.
and saw the wise lessons of my lords and power.
with power comes great responsibility.
and there are shadows left, where corruption could hide.
but it's gone in this centre.
here where the meditation continues, with the red northern star,
caught in the eye above the ancient pyramid.
and I have seen how brother's brought deceit upon each other.
in awe I looked, but was feeling to neglected to concern.
the paradigms are formed, and concealed for the truth to reveal them.
a broken mirror, where pieces are bright enough to look through.
and in each there hides a name towards myself.
so as many ages will come, with each enigma to open up.
that's how my form of magic works.
a blinded barrier, that requires guts to break through.
universally fused in a truly earthly person