Category : Poems

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Joseph my son
Please don't go
The wind is strong
And the night is blowing cold
I fret my son
That you will not return
Father, father
Please don't you worry, now
The desert plains
Is where I can be found
You see I'm learning
The ways of the universe
True knowledge and wisdom
Is what I thirst
I tell you now,
This shall be my rebirth.

This is the time
Of the great purification
To heal the wounds
Over man's desecration
And we will journey
To the City of Ixtlan
And rest upon the clouds
Of heaven
This is the way
No matter what you say
This is the way

So come and join us
In this ancient dance
Around the vortices
Of this sacred land
This is the time of the 
Great Awakening
Cleanse the Nile
And let it flow
Into Giza
And your powers
Shall then be shown
This is the time of the 
Great Healing