Ancient Ruse

Buried or burned... to earth or urn,
From dust to dust I yearn to learn.
Each stone thats turned, knowledge secerned, 
Till earn we do that great return.

A vision seen of hellish scenes,
The fated race of human beings,
A scream to change our hopeless dream, 
Misdeemed we have.. lessons unseen.

So on goes times unending chime, 
Unheard by most what's here berhymed, 
To those who climb mount paradigm, 
For you I wish... eternal time.

To those who seek these hidden truths,
Those bravened souls, histories sleuth's. 
I pray that what you find does soothe,
The soul and mind, that ancient ruse.