
It's a bunch of religious symbolism. You're free to interpret it how you want, but it's meant to speak about actualized, good human beings of all faiths.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry/Spiritual - Words: 592 - Favs: 1 - Published: 01-10-13 - id: 3090928
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We are the Seven
the unstoppable Seven
we drink the bloody Wine
and eat the Bread that's unleavened
we got eyes in our hands,
third eyes on our foreheads
singing the chants,
speaking in cant,
assuming the stance
and raise the yore-dead
we are true clairvoyance
true evil's annoyance
winning the battles you can't fight
slaying the demons you can't sight
killing evil's puppets
sounding the trumpets
bringing down the hell within you
bringing peace to the soul that's in you
in blue - heaven's inside you
beside you, standing aside new
prophets, walking the left hand path
shunning gluttony and envy, avoiding wrath
avarice, lust, sloth, pride, smash
all the sins, crash in with true beauty within,
asceticism will win, grant silence in din,
new blood in your skin, grant wishes like Djinn.
We are the Seven
the unstoppable Seven
we drink the bloody Wine
and eat the Bread that's unleavened
we are the hermits, living in the mountains
and the alchemists, searching for the fountains
the gnostics, finding imperfection in perfection
and the sikhs, with waheguru detection
we are all, and all are we
the classes of the masses are but a sea
of consciousness that define our "be"
Who ever said that the fifth of november
was really so different from eleven september
war drums sounding, symbols crashing
faith and religion all become thrashing
symbols, ideas, images and thoughts, all diverge
from the one, and in that instant converge
we hold up our hands in Namaste and pray
invoke the power of Yahweh, walk the holy grail's way
we raise the Kirpan, open Buddha's palms,
and until the new dawn, we sing the true Psalms
we are near perfection, within redemption,
we achieve transcendence and gain ascension
as above, so below and through the path of least resistance
we Solve et Coagula - through the one's insistance -
that we enlist them, the ones among us in this System
those of us who know naught even of the Seraphim,
the six wings that glow a portion of the Light
the Force that we can all use to vanquish this Night
of darkness - hark, this bark is full of Life
the original, untangible, source of our strife
We are the Seven
the unstoppable Seven
we drink the bloody Wine
and eat the Bread that's unleavened
we raise the sword and and spare not the rod
we follow our Lord and pray to One God,
through fighting and sleighting the sons of Sod'
and through example and teaching in the path of the Yodh.
we radiate among you, though we are shunned too
destined to by this world be gunned, soon
our time is not long, though our deeds be not wrong,
but by the effort inside we make you alive
when you feel that lift, the ethereal drift
from no emotion whatsoever to being filled with the notion
of the Light, you can swear you almost see the Sight
but to feel the true power you must first shower
in the feeling, this light and force en-steeling
the armor and the sword to the knight's accord
and break the boundaries, shake the foundries
of this earth, remove the dirt and all the dearth
of the spirit, the true soul - feel it
remove the human shell and fly on your wings
never stop to think of all the worldly things.
We are the Seven
the unstoppable Seven
we drink the bloody Wine
and eat the Bread that's unleavened.
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