the little hand has reached the zero point of no return
electric grids are flickering from constant solar storms
those who can will send missiles to destroy their population
the rest of us are here to begin a new civilization
the dinosaurs have finally exhaled their final noxious breath
the new aeon gives birth to a child of timeless conquest
the individual will become ruler for once and all
an army of bisexuals will make their barracks out of malls
First the people believed that all was created by the Goddess,
using the archetype of Isis, gently communing with Nature, but without
the understanding of Death or the ways of Love.
Following this, a new god emerged, that of Osiris,
where Man was revered, and also being considered subject to Death,
success hinging only on rebirth. During this time, people believed
they were reborn with each passing of the year, or even each day.
Now that all this has come to pass, with hazy smog and scorched earth, an enormous
feline emerges, heralding the great Aeon of Horus, the crowned and conquering child,
who cannot die, will not resurrect, but strides relentlessly, much like the Sun.
Just as night is only brought about by the presence of a shadow on Earth, so too is
Death merely the shadow of our Bodies, veiling our own Light from ourselves.