The Edge of Circumference...
A land of Sublime Archons,
Where secrets of Royal Blood are withheld,
Let us know what are the truths,
Truths of creation, protection and destruction,
No! ! ! They answer,
They have that great fear,
The archbishops, the priests,
Are the fakes,
Or are the disloyal to the Almighty,
Who knows! ! !
Then why are the differences on the path of Illumination,
Dig out the archives and publicly display them,
This is like waling on the circumference of sanity,
So free masonries were perfect,
Anyways we should be simplified,
Break the shackles,
Glorify the archives,
And be savior of yourself...
poem by Vikrant Jog
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