I creep slow through deep scrolls tattered with cries/
Of bleek souls and unique prose that shattered the
skies/
Visions of ancients infinite Wisdom in plain scripts/
Lost in Prisons and slaveships, Now only existin' in
strange trips/
I turn the page and burn with rage as my Eyes
revealed/
All the lies concealed in this book that was prized
and sealed/
This tome I inherited to make the Truth Known/
It's imperative, I speak this narrative and make the
Youth grown/
Carry on so the tale is told even when I'm frail and
old/
And never fail to mold the young minds before they
exhale their soul/
The lines laid down before me produced an elaborate
story/
That fit all categories and told of a tragic glory/
Of kings and queens of the Earth reduced to the level
of serf/
To rise again after centuries of birth and give the
Devil his curse/
Recreate our Heaven on Earth and put him back in the
pits of Hell/
The only way to End it so that it fits the tale/
Inspired by: Uncovering the Truth
