Crux of Value

Day long, Egyptian sun is burning down Space-gone, the Southern Cross on in Papal, hidden Roman halls of power Under the thumb of the Djinn When you read the lines, writings that prophesize Poetry, in the end, the alien Is there to rise, to wield, control You'll never give it up, you'll never give it up Shadow creature, creeps upon The ritual of antiphon Score that binds, once you see it, you will see it everywhere Ankh in control of the three Control of a sea made of sand The hidden hand When you want, to rise, to kneel, to lay down And pray, the sun, the staff, will bind you Crux Ansata will be Be the price of looking up, the price of looking up Shadow Preacher, feeds upon Human faith phenomenon Why, do they feel, never near Words, that we speak, never hear Feel the, inner space, outer fear Fear Faith