Somewhere holding a pen, or even a gun,
Wisdom of old, behold: "Truth will always outwit, outrun!"
"Your dress doesn't make you a Saint"
I stress:
"false attainment always met will false acquaint!"

Despite colored robes, it's taint, both, with and without meaning,
Understand an etheric form invisible, trusting processes without seeing,
Always being, even asleep, one who's will be freeing,
Endless sentient loss due to Many illumined, at times, fleeing.

Tasks given; even blessings for the taking,
History rewritten, but some read between the lines:
                          "History!  You are in the making!"
Betrayal, mistrust, endure One for Many must:
For Many of One will become Saints: Your Empires shall crumble to dust!

Somewhere many holding a pen, also many a sword,
Carry on! Bury On! Light shall always somewhere be restored.