Ascension

Those wise in the way speak of circles in time
Processions of Moons and the Seasons
In circles we count twenty four thousand years
Through ages of Darkness and Reason

A steady machine of Ascension and Light
We make our way out of this well
Though garnished with beauty of nature and life
We're not here forever to dwell

I've pondered the Steles the Ancients bequeathed
That point out Eternities Way
To raise generations, each better and kind
With more wisdom gained every day

Now those who would keep us in chains steer the words
And coarsen the children to come
It is our sworn duty to cast them aside
And prosper our Soul's final sum