In honor of my ancestral grandfather,
~^~ Keeper of the Light ~^~
Sparks of the Tempest
Blood in the sand, a cry in the street
Now the cycle is nearly complete
Ten thousand years, and nothing was learned
No turning back, now the wheel has turned
Big Brother is watching and he likes what he sees
A world for the taking, when he’s ready to squeeze
The King and the Queen are gone, each piece is the same
The difference between us is a part of the game
Soothsayer saying now tell me no lies
What is this madness that is filling the skies
Spreading like wildfire, fallin’ like rain
Though they may promise, they only bring pain

Keeper’s Bow

Keeper of the Light

My Creed
Imagine: God speaking something into existence:
Thought
Spoken/Word
It is Written (along eternal lines)
~^~
Imagine: God speaking something into existence – now.
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