I came from the age when the oceans were glowing, Before the flood and the old world folding, Temple fires burned with the stars all watching, Stone halls humming with forgotten knowledge. Deep in the chambers beneath black pyramids, Priests moved slow through the gold-light shimmer, Mind to the cosmos, breath to the rhythm, Learning the language hidden in existence. They called me Thoth with the emerald vision, Keeper of measures and cosmic inscriptions, Some whispered Enki through later religions, Same old current through rewritten scriptures. I watched proud kings let the power consume them, Turning divine gifts into tools for rulership, Knowledge without soul grows cold and vicious, Empires collapse when the heart stops listening. Light in the darkness, gold in the mind, Lost old wisdom still echoes through time, Stars above and the world below, As within so the rivers flow. Light in the darkness, fire in the soul, Dust to the stars where the old winds blow, Seek and the hidden door opens slow, Truth ain’t found — it’s remembered below. The garden was never just fruit and branches, It was minds waking up from trances, Eyes first opening beyond fear’s prison, Humanity stepping into self-decision. Snake signs carved through the temple ceilings, Spiral patterns in the water teachings, The ones who questioned became the villains, While rulers reshaped the stories for children. Mind-state drifts through forgotten dimensions, Old flood myths crossing every religion, Different names but the rhythm stays similar, Like memory survived through the ages within us. Quick shift — stone scripts — deep drums hittin’, Torch flames — storm rains — old chants liftin’, Gold sands — star maps — soul keeps listenin’, Truth feels ancient when the rhythm starts hittin’. I never came preaching blind submission, Only keys for the minds still listening, No fear-based chains, no forced religion, Only the reminder the light’s within them. Light in the darkness, gold in the mind, Lost old wisdom still echoes through time, Stars above and the world below, As within so the rivers flow. Light in the darkness, fire in the soul, Dust to the stars where the old winds blow, Seek and the hidden door opens slow, Truth ain’t found — it’s remembered below. And maybe Atlantis lives inside consciousness, Fragments surviving through myth and subconsciousness, Ancient worlds buried beneath our divisions, Still speaking softly through rhythm and intuition. Because every age fears awakened thinkers, Every empire reshapes the scriptures, But truth survives through sound and vision, Passing through souls willing to listen.
