The New Religion
Charts and scope compose a vision,
Trumpets and guild proclaim the plan,
Stone and skill bring forth a notion,
That towering ziggurats attest is grand.
And spires persist where else has crumbled,
The ones were forged from noble quest.
A hope for man of journeys greater,
Immortals freed from chains of sense.
When we embark upon the mission
To raise and island in the sea,
We know our leader’s brazen vision,
Will lead to shores where all are free.
The vision is what most allures,
And makes us rise to greater heights.
The grids and lines of tomorrows living,
As mapped with a transit clear and bright.
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