Created by ancients,
to rule
chained by
impure underlings
They never heeded
to great wisdom
shared to them!
and never understood
Like pagan demigods
this wisdom faded
Sheeps in guise of eagles
seeding roots amongst
those chained by impurity
Them with gift of foresight
persecuted and slain
Keys to ancient future lay
hid!
Amongst the survivors
With roots deep
seeking under pride
rivers of tears
and from them, droplets
of arcane secrets
but these rivers flow freely !
Secrets beyond reach of
impure masters
rather dying out
than continue in the hearts
of sheeps,since
this world is not worth of
knowledge of greatest depths
Only for superrior irrelevance
Yet, eternally these foreseers
seek their roots and path
to their ultimate original destiny.
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