Quiet was the time
That spanned the centuries
The memory of their graces,
The power of their magic,
The penalty of their retribution….
Forgotten as Ra, omnipotent,
In his majestic sky chariot,
Flashing gold, like the sun
Whose nuclear fires
Shot rays from his form
And all life rose up to greet him,
And bath in his radiance.
The teachers were here too,
Amorphic form,
Silky translucence sketched
By hidden will,
And eyes that kill,
With fixed expression
Within faces that mock the mind.
Custodians with secret agendas.
Cruel and prodding Insect brothers
From distant space
Their colonies teeming deep within
The Great Pyramid.
Their nest beneath the great sea
Dream skipping from world to world
They hauled the golden nectar
To his Kings Chamber
Where Ra did consume.
And in his satisfaction,
Burst into light
And night became day
Day after night,
Night after day.
And suddenly, they were gone,
The mountains they left behind,
A key to their trickery
Dimension and alignment,
Angles and circles and
Perfect juxtaposition
Land ship of immovable velocity
Your course is unchangeable,
Precisely rooted by the planetary base
To the count of twelve.
Neatly folding dimensions
By means of precise deliberation,
Stargate to the bridge of time
Engine of equivalent proportions,
Send me through the lens,
Beam me up Scotty!
Ant people of the stars
We have lost our way.
You planted us like seeds
In ground foreign
To the knowledge of our cells
And we have grown like weeds
Stealing space from this world,
Spreading stone and structure,
Busy termites transforming earth
And fashioning dynasties,
Sanitizing our surroundings
With the chemical residue
Of our bodily functions,
What purpose is this cruel design?
Ant regents of the blue star
You have abandoned us too long and
Forces beyond our authority
Have taken the anthill,
And live beneath the cool recesses,
That bleed under our feet.
Their scales ripple through the tunnels
That carve out their dark and pungent world
Nocturnal feeders, hypnotizing their prey
With lies that confuse the shoddy programming,
That you hastily left unfinished.
We are the legacy of a scrapped project
A planet populated by
Funny monkey men with half a brain
And vulnerable to their deft manipulation
We have come to aid and abet them
Through an inverted pyramid
Of power that,
Descending deep into the earth,
Grows beyond our worst nightmares.
Increasing exponentially upon its nadir,
A gravity of Fear that forbids all
But the swarming reptilia
Whose world without light
Spawns and beckons them below,
And the human brain,
With its primitive software,
Freezes like stone
At the sight of the Medusa
Deep within the caverns of Hades
Ant brothers of the rings of Rigel
Return and fetch the sun once more
The well has deepened but is not yet dry
Your orphaned children
Patiently await their instruction
Guardians of the nectar
Reclaim your dominion.
Lower the pail once again
And wrest from the demons
The servitude that has befallen us
And evoke the name of Ra
And the rays will emanate from his form
And all life will rise to greet Him
And bath in his radiance.
And burst into light
And night will become day
Day after night,
Night after day.
