Archives of Fana: in search of the man who sold the world
Remember that it was in the island of Babylon the boy was born,
And in the town surrounded by the two mountainous horns, the man was made and grown.
Nothing really happens by coincidence, just so that you know.
Here on this side of the ethereal grass,
Not everything is limited to the material, for energy is relative to mass.
Mesmerizing indeed how the atoms vibrate and dance,
In eternal praise of their Maker, such is their state of trance.
As for worldly success, power, and gold,
You've sampled them well, and have known their relatively hollow core,
For genuine fulfillment of your soul lies in something less, yet something worth more.
Verily in the Divine's sight alone, that your status may reach its highest floor,
its parable is of the gentle heart whose wealth feeds the poor,
who happens to be the custodian that knows well when to draw his sword,
and who happens to be the warrior who knows when to unleash the lion's roar.
Truth is stranger than fiction, and you may often find yourself being a conduit for a message that far exceeds one's understanding, even yours.
To the gates of hell you once ventured, to know the taste of the sky,
Yet in the abysses' beneath, you gazed upon the devil, a reality no mystic could deny.
Raised in Pharaoh's palace, every corner of it you know,
Behind the scenes, and the exterior's glamorous show.
The godless found their fleeting purpose in the consolidation of worldly power,
the amassing of materialistic gain, the pursuit of consumerism, and the worship of one’s own desires.
What's displayed outside, is but a seductive nevertheless a disguise,
and the tyrants' empire is built on illusion and lies.
remember the favor of your Lord, as you were saved from being led astray to join their pole,
Call it the west, or call it Rome, it is deemed to fall once more.
In one of their late philosopher’s fleeting legacy, he proclaimed: God is dead.
Rather, it is they who severed the tie, and went astray to propagate the lie.
Exalted is Whom no vision can grasp above all ignorance and pride.
Leveraging propaganda and subliminal suggestion of how to live, which ladder to climb and what's right and wrong.
Read this fiction, watch this show, all a scheme, to condition your tastes, and to chain your soul.
Remember and remind, Rome's debts will come due,
As the house of cards collapses, bathed in the very blood-river it drew.
Now even more so, exposed is the hearts of stone, no matter how hard they pretend,
with what they’re unleashed monstrosity to your besieged and persecuted kin in the holy lands
No remembrance for the sons of zion, inevitable is their appointment of doom,
But for the orphans of the fearless lions,
Glorious is their coming victory and their ever after bloom.
When everyone puts a price on their name,
We trust you'll be one of the few who put their moral code over material gain.
Every soul will be tested, yours will too,
Virtuous character must be exemplified, in honor of the Eternal True.
The heights of your soul must be conquered,
where else other than the mountain's peak is a better view?
Read the Holy writings, and From the oceans of Oneness rise anew.
When the servants of your adversary have sold their soul,
You must find the man who sold the world.
Join the lovers of God, and with them rejoice in these latter days,
From darkness into light, He guides your way,
So remember Him, that He may remember you, come what may.