The papyrus spoke of a heaven,
The secrets of the 47-11.
Chanted in chambers
Chilled by the vacuum of
Mundane lives,
The code of pure evil
Waited.
As the apprentice strode forth,
Dazzled by illusions of grandeur
Enticed by the voices of rights,
Embraced the oncoming storm
Praying for gold and wine,
The heart of pure ignorance
Wavered.
The scroll spoke of a heaven,
The secrets of the 47-11.
Chanted in chambers
Chilled by the vacuum of
Mundane lives,
The code of evil
Waited.
As the journeyman sped onwards,
Unconcerned by illusions of grandeur
Impartial to the voices of rights,
Rode out into the ever-beating storm
Praying for gods and wine,
The heart of pure innocence
Steadied.
The magical scroll spoke of a heaven,
The secrets of the 47-11.
Chanted in chambers
Chilled by the vacuum of
Mundane lives,
The code of incongruity
Beckoned.
As the master hovered in trance,
Creating illusions of grandeur
Speaking with the one true voice,
Impervious to other matters
Sipping wine aged and cool,
The heart of pure knowing
Pounded.
The magic scroll spoke of a heaven,
The secrets of the 4711.
Chanted in chambers
Chilled by the vacuum of
Mundane lives,
The code of pure bliss
Embraced him.
The secrets of the 4711
The root to ultimate control,
Everything and everybody
Caught blissfully unaware,
Under the greying skies laid bare
The purposeless audit of
Becoming a god, in awe the
Mortals whispered, in awe
They slumped to ground &
Perished
