Sacred cows of Idol’s gold
Enslaved a people’s tide enrapt
Sparse seas amidst arid dry’s
Splits succumb to tenets denied
A mix, a flow, a blend of blood
A tryst, a glow, a shed of salt
A rinse, in tow, a defense of fear
Beliefs deflect tablets aside
A factions face denies belief
That some words written first
Have lost hold to the thirsts of men
Neath the crypts- scarabs run
Abandoning their bandages
Wrapped to flesh aligned to bone
Jars of promise lay beside
Those possessions most important to
The astral dreams foretell the awakening
Where lies once told are put to rest
This before they’re spoke again
