In the trial of the tree that leaves a trail that uses fate as bait
We pledge to be all we can be in truth and divine wisdom
In the test that serves as an exemplary guiding game, we vow to be the testament
What is a sol-dier if he does not respect the children of the sun?
A lost being who will never know what it means to earn and pursue the value of life upheld by non-malicious merit
For this reason those who have not trailed the branches and webbing of the trail will be followed by peril and doom as they bow to the limited serpentine doctrine that is a thief of hope

What do we give to the world if all we do is **** it and be thankful of the plastic barbie dolls that are bred forth?
For this reason races will continue to perish because the crowner has constantly been about who makes it rain rather than who makes it snow in our hearts
They stand high on pulpits and altars but they imprison minds because it sustains their god-hood
They fear what the truth  can do
So they trap souls and colonise minds to perpetuate a self-serving dogma

War fills up their appetites, I vow to make them feel bloated until they cannot walk
Lust feeds their banal minds, I vow to starve myself until I find a deserved flower that has reached fruition
Chaos maintains the matrix they have orchestrated, I vow to be the music that corners them into destructive calmness
And when death finally stares at me I vow to laugh like I am about to take my first breath
For this reason we Sol dad to be daad so the child can know peace and not be raised in a house of wrath

Having found the pictures moving in and out of time in the heavens
I promise to deliver a system that will enable each man, woman  and child to be free and good because of the works they have put into the world and as the debate goes: so they are not taxed to death
With the elemental fusion from the twin sun I vow to break the prison of debt, but not before I break my own prisons

See we are all doing time, one way or another
Trading thoughts and emotions, deeds and manifestations
And in the end we transform into a creed
We decide what that creed is, not some superhero or some star from afar
It's a sacred choice we make, whether we are invited into it or forced into a corner to choose
As life is in our hands
Are we sincere and honest enough to first wipe off our own sediments before we point fingers and play the blame game
Perhaps once we are over our own faults and those of others then we can begin to learn the love language
Learn to forgive ourselves and others
Maybe then races from above and below, from afar and from close proximity; will begin to reign free in their utmost purity
Reigning as souls and then we can do the honour of planting the treasures back into the earth, when we live, when we love, when we garden.