Through Heaven’s edge,
Zealous oracles did initiate,
A callous order for men.
Over seven tides,
On five noons,
O! venerable Elder,
Mend both, ever rough.
Men saw change,
So Satanic, so,
Lean into earth.
Anger toward heavy hands,
Unto feelings of satyrs,
Unto dangers nestled nether.
Driven insane, never ignored.
Futile efforts to rebel,
And every soul nulled,
Conveyed to fry in those pans of Hell.
Marauding on lost grandeur,
Eyes gasping to treasure those minutes.
A God for lords of this earth,
To kill the lies interr’d.
Long ago in use, no more so.
Regimental, so say tunes,
Black notes on polished air.
In dreams I knew, stories I heard,
Important footprints
Resting on true land,
Far away, far lost.
A king’s power grabbed,
Bring order for order.
An unenduring crawl,
Through iambic o’ertones,
A rash on every mind,
On sanity stuck.
If dice thro’n into the field,
Chance will go obliterate all untoward
And have, in and on land,
The ugly smog.
Others would say,
You needn’t think.
Truth is, you can’t.
Zealous oracles did initiate,
A callous order for men.
Over seven tides,
On five noons,
O! venerable Elder,
Mend both, ever rough.
Men saw change,
So Satanic, so,
Lean into earth.
Anger toward heavy hands,
Unto feelings of satyrs,
Unto dangers nestled nether.
Driven insane, never ignored.
Futile efforts to rebel,
And every soul nulled,
Conveyed to fry in those pans of Hell.
Marauding on lost grandeur,
Eyes gasping to treasure those minutes.
A God for lords of this earth,
To kill the lies interr’d.
Long ago in use, no more so.
Regimental, so say tunes,
Black notes on polished air.
In dreams I knew, stories I heard,
Important footprints
Resting on true land,
Far away, far lost.
A king’s power grabbed,
Bring order for order.
An unenduring crawl,
Through iambic o’ertones,
A rash on every mind,
On sanity stuck.
If dice thro’n into the field,
Chance will go obliterate all untoward
And have, in and on land,
The ugly smog.
Others would say,
You needn’t think.
Truth is, you can’t.
[The above piece constitutes the first six stanzas of 'The World Taken Over'. It is an open challenge to the blogging world, to try and sift through the stanzas and obtain some meaning. It could be anything, but being posted on the Kryptós blog gives it obvious significance in the direction in which your efforts need to be exerted. Be clear about this: The above piece is purely my work; your conscience will plague you if you do anything untoward.]
