Like an Ibis Headed Scribe
Like an Ibis Headed Scribe recording the Great Mysteries Of Life
with a Pen Of Light,
I Tap In, you Drip the Gnosis
you plant the Knowledge, I shall Harvest it's Grain
and together we shall Unite under the Sun again,
Ever Higher, in Grace... I Make Haste to the 9th Gate
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