A Ancient Father Awakes

OH Ancient Pyramid Host of power,

how great was thy fall,

from quantum place, to lower space,

no one could aid, in thy call.

Degree by degree thy frequency fell,

as all turning gears, began to grind their teeth.

Contamination did spoiled acceleration,

and all thy people did wail and weep.

Oh whence came thy darkest hour,

who did spoil thy glory of might.

What trickery did beseech thy thoughts,

to make dark thy eternal light.

Make haste now, OH tiller of time,

thy Soul now wakes anew.

Open now, thine eye to shine,

call forth, thy nation, back unto you.

Once fallen asleep known by another name,

you will wake Immanuel.

The Earth will crack, waters will roar,

thy rising will tremble, even Hell.

OH all of Earth, know this dreaded day,

these troubles are surely to come.

When high buildings fall in diverse places,

the end, has only begun.