We stand now at the turning of an age Where evil minions hoping to impress A unity of men as in a cage Where none dispute their wisdom and holiness.
Perhaps it presages the iron age At end and soon the world will turn to gold. These are the words of the Avatar and sage But we must fight against the sterile cold
Of minds that hope to master life and rule The populace and prod them to remove All doubt or else become the ages fool Living out life in an eternal groove
Where Titan beings plan all to deceive And take from man the Truth that he must live.
Poems Undated (1727)
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