Decisions resound a fatal knell

When made for truth to sell

Once the seed has taken flight

A destructive schism is born to life.

People lost & in despair

No longer knowing the truth that frees

Reduced to fear the vast unknown

Shallow graves of lime & stone.

Knowledge is the key to hope

The way to help us see the Pope

As a man that we could know

Just a business CEO.

Wisdom traditions are all spawned

From the truth of one

Wisdom is the common glue

Tradition just the ethnic flue.

People felt this wisdom call

Knew it was for one and all

Built the foundation, fanned the fire

Prepared to receive Lord Satan’s ire.

The attack became an empire's fall

The test of truth was live or die

They choose to live, and so they died

Classic test of truth in time!

Wisdom measured by jaundiced need

Became the measure of intellectual creed

People filled with ego greed

Thinking God was theirs to feed.

This state of guile gave vent to bile

Allowed the ego choose its style

Changing things they deemed not fine

Ego wants the sacred line.

When wisdom becomes a pawn for gain

The house grows high to hold the pain

The pain of justifying an end

With watered down beliefs that bend.

How can we understand this world

By covering up the face of truth

How can we dare to run this race

Without the courage to die with grace?

When chaos reigns

The bump and grind becomes a maze

A maze that tends to grow and grow

Forever confusing the way to go.

It is the tragedy of the West

That those so fine who knew the test

Chose to accommodate & invest

Re-building Rome - new Christian quest.

A mighty kingdom was laid bare

Plunder and pillage was easy fare

The gain was measured - misunderstood!

Christ re-tried and died for good.

Many today are lost and blind

Existing within their ego minds

Gave up their right to be divine

By following the dictates of fear in time.

Still they follow to this day

The ego army - swords of steel

Interior styles intellectually signed

Michelangelo - their god designed.

The Angels sang, or so they said

When saints were made in Heaven's name

They even claimed that God was theirs

Went with sword to extend the lair.

Incorporated those who knew the truth

Kept them secure within their view

A watchful eye with force to bear

The mystic truth called “mystyschism.”

Penance just a means to gain

God their stock in trade, so feigned

Fear, their tool of woe divine

Ignorance, their finest tool refined.

All things vibrate for love to free

Vibration is Love's path to thee

They killed this path to block your view

Austerity became a part of you.

This evil schism thrives today

The maze still grows and rants away

Ignorance replaced by frantic time

Means of control, still sublime.

People lost in demon's lair

Shadowed evil watching there

Grabbing shells of fear to feast

Who will stop this whoring beast?

We must equip, begin anew

Face the fear that steals our view

Look it squarely in the eye

Tell it we will run it through!

 Jesus came, a mystic bold

Metaphysics to break the mortal molds

Re-formed them to the unity mold

Sent them off to save the fold.

The Conspirator used the fall of Rome

To drive a wedge where truth was sown

Unity soon became of two

God became removed from you.

Most good thinking after that

Was merely layered fat on fat

Lies to feed the lies before

Massive structures of gold and stone.

This evil schism has had its way

The tragic debt we now must pay

From prisons in time we yearn to be free

No one knowing how to be.

The time has come to hold the line

Strike a blow before we find

The point of no return has chimed

Splashed into a lesser clime.

The secret cost of being divine

Is easy to define:

Offer your life and stand alone

Place your future upon the throne.

Become as humble as a flower

All things perfect within its power

No more shadows dark and bold

Only the wisdom that we own.

Wisdom tells us who we are

Tells us why we are

Tells us we are Soul divine:

Wound up god-ness in a time.