As it dawned,
The Golden age of man
A wonderful group was assembled
To analyze the Sands
Grain by grain
Hands that they shook
Forever questioning the meaning of life
Remembered only by books
Yet for the men of Philos,
Quickly did they die,
Were criminalized by the people they loved
Mourned by those that cry
Since wisdom is a trade
Surrounded by weightless fences
The spiritual, the ignorant, the arrogance of all
Left Philos nigh defenseless
For there is a price for everything
Just ask the great city
To tell the tale they all forgot
About Philos and its fee.
Feb 16, 2017
Feb 16, 2017 at 3:37 PM UTC
As it dawned,
The Golden age of man
A wonderful group was assembled
To analyze the Sands
Grain by grain
Hands that they shook
Forever questioning the meaning of life
Remembered only by books
Yet for the men of Philos,
Quickly did they die,
Were criminalized by the people they loved
Mourned by those that cry
Since wisdom is a trade
Surrounded by weightless fences
The spiritual, the ignorant, the arrogance of all
Left Philos nigh defenseless
For there is a price for everything
Just ask the great city
To tell the tale they all forgot
About Philos and its fee.
