The Secret Society of History
Dirt covered through the ages,
Showing hidden lines,
Into grooved stone fossils.
They guide us into history,
By the cradle of time,
At the beginning where it all started.
When man was a drop of water,
In a pool of the great river.
They say the great river that separates,
Good from evil where men buried riches.
Where they moved mountains in order to hide history,
From all trying to destroy it.
He tells the stories, yet no one listens.
They have no heart no vision and,
No knowledge of what was,
Only trying to find the amber lost in the hills.
The amber is forever lost to the heart of man.
Only the greed of the ancients is cursed.
They have no heart.
They do not see the history.
They want to destroy it.
There is a secret society,
Known as the "Knights Templar."
They keep it hidden away from those,
Trying to destroy history.
The amber.
The light.
It is forever guarded by the many descendants,
Of the Knights Templar.
Their watch is never over.
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