(By me on 7/11/2012)
Some of us are born with a seed that holds a spark within
Up our spine we climb Jacob’s ladder to illumination
To see the light, you must first earn the rite
Above our heads, Burning candles in the night
In our blood, ancient memories burn bright
Seven steps I have climbed to speak to the divine
What the Lord says, is not very kind
Some are born with no seed, never will they have the fire
Take this spark, my man made light bulb, always says the liar
Through the valley of the shadow of death, the good shepherd has led his goats
Heylel, the Angel of light that was promised is here with his boat
Our words are being delivered of Prophecies foretold
The time is here, the time is now, before Heylel grows old
Our enemies know what is to come of their fate
Nothing they can do now, for them it is too late
Fire scorches the earth, plagues ravish the sea
All the glory to the Hive, the crown of our new Queen Bee
Immortal seeds will forever spark, their souls will always glow
The bright sun ruling over them, their path forward they will know
A new race of beings, the light they will peacefully hold
Forever and ever they will reign, these are the prophecies we have foretold
FIAT LUX
Moe is the founder of GnosticWarrior.com. He is a father, husband, author, martial arts black belt, and an expert in Gnosticism, the occult, and esotericism.
