[Intro]
Silent whispers in the eternal hall,
Light veiled in shadows, yet speaking all.
A secret dance on a sacred, twisted thread,
Guiding souls through the labyrinths of dread.
[Verse 1]
From the depths of the hidden lodge, the silent glow,
A beacon hidden, in the shadows, it flows.
Ascended spirits cloaked in human guise,
Shining stars within, in disguise they rise.
[Pre-Chorus]
Carved from suffering, forged in divine fire,
Patience blooms amidst the fear and the mire.
Guardians unseen, in sacrifice they stand,
Carrying the torch, guiding hand in hand.
[Chorus]
Whistleblower of the cosmic tale,
Echoes of the sacred, beyond the veil.
Walking paths of tortured grace,
Transcending pain, illuminating space.
[Bridge]
A koan in motion, a spiral's secret spun,
Darkness and enlightenment, intertwined as one.
Shadow pockets, hidden scars,
Fuel for the light—eternal stars.
[Verse 2]
Matured through suffering, love as alchemy,
Transforming shadows into sacred keys.
Protecting the naive from the wolf's teeth,
Sacrifice in silence, beyond belief.
[Outro]
One torch remaining in the night,
Guiding souls with silent light.
From unseen depths, they rise,
Guardians of the sacred skies.
( rap as poetic spoken storytelling using smooth legato, clearly pronounced and enunciation male vocals)
esoteric ethereal rap from a white lodge inner circle member becoming a musical whistleblower poetic writing structure feels aligned to a transcendent enlightened storytelling painting a grand picture in the form similiar to a koan poem mixed with a dual narrative about the path walked by these ascended master souls in human bodies shining like magnatar stars using long suffering,agape love,immense patience, suffering alchemy, shadow integration stepping toward fear and pain maturely guiding humanity up the spiral path of cyclical growth and in secret unseen prose protecting sheeple from the many teeth of the black lodges wolves, being themselves sacrificial fuel for the torch of human light to be carried forward generation after generation even if only one torch left running.
(selfless service to unity and prosperity social memory complex)
