Present The Night

(collab of Shaman and Prophet)


The ship arrived upon the shore,
Of the bygone Land of Scribes.
Peace resounded near and far,
From echoing diatribes.

The people cried for "war no more!"
Know, "It's all about the vibes!"
Follow the truth of the stars,
on the red path of the tribes.

Simplistic language thrown aloft,
Trapped in the Plane of Rhyme.
Realistically, "relics are not an end,"
Chimed our grandfather's clock of time.

A resounding cough, the throat coughed,
Sick of humanity's crime.
Are artifacts of the dead meant to mend?
The coming light shall be sublime!

From the doorway of tomorrow,
Ever present is the night.
Unbridled courage rose from earth
And wrongs of All are now made right.

Echoing from wells of sorrow,
Blinded by the blinding light,
The people's truth has given birth,
From womb, into the world of sight.