Oh, Atlantis, Broken Heart

In modern times, our Golden New age,  
where so many teachings thrive,
a youngest heart could turn the page,  
the deepest Self obtains New Life.  
  
I know  that Peter Dunov,  
the Pre-Atlantis Thoth so awed,  
also known as Beinsa Douno  
a White Brother uniting the crowd,  
 
is the one who taught in Egypt,  
his legacy was brought Eastwards,  
in this Earth of hidden crypts,  
the Children of the Unity were Stars.  
   
Did you know the story of Atlantis?  
Of innovations so explorative,  
passed in generations of pyramids;  
they disobeyed a Law imperative,  
   
They played with female aggression  
corrupting their Knowledge Wise,  
ill-device, meant as a procession  
of Inverted Merkaba,...Demise.  
   
It was time to pay the price;  
The titans activated their force  
to protect them before the rise  
of the catastrophic Source.  
   
Can you imagine how it feels  
to fail at preserving; a funeral;  
losing the mechanism's wheels,  
the matrix wasting a numeral.  
 
Thou, fearsome Wrath of God,  
repercussion of the karmic Law,  
instructive disaster you brought.  
Do Elohim incarnate know...?  
   
Some sapiens evaded the danger,  
moved away and spread their wings,  
true bravery of heartbroken rangers,  
but today my Heart ...sings!  
   
It sings, because in Tibet,  
in a hidden oasis watered,  
in secrecy again they met,  
Atlantis' heirs gathered.  
   
Douno's Brotherhood of Light,  
the Bogomils sacredly singing,  
united their choir, a beautiful Sight,  
goodness childishly bringing.  
   
Aren't you shocked! As it appeared  
right in front of their sacred gate,  
and it seemed at first so weird  
but they didn't really have to wait...  
   
Lucifer appeared there.  
The corrupted prideful prince.  
"In the Enoch Keys I swear!"  
then he uttered Holy hymns.  
   
Emitting Antichrist energy,  
in a pit of delusion he fell,  
yet existence means synergy  
with God's plan, for it's.... the Well.  
   
"I'M Sorry, Father!" Lucifer Cried.  
"I LOVE YOU and I Shall Serve."  
The confession wasn't a lie,  
his crimes now tested his nerves.  
 
"My Father, My Blasphemy!"  
his utterance lost in the World;  
Today's Energy of Alchemy  
is only active when God's heard.  
   
Up there stars are falling,  
Portals opening at Vesak's gate,  
work is mandatory calling,  
for efforts determine our fate.  
   
You didn't die in vain, Beloved!  
You are a missionary of the Spirit,  
The purest within always covets  
the Imperishable; Never Fear it!