Like Atlantis I have history,
for in the Write of know Mystery,
to Study the find is not Rewind,
rather the Evidence of Plato in Time.
Truth begets a truer find,
in said of Rote I spoke a bind,
bound with Reams of written Theme,
the Style of stitch developed Signs!!
Look to the reason the Find is a Season,
change is given while Society was Bid,
choice to Decide brought Peace of Live,
the Isle of the Flame in a Land such Divide.
In survival of Text so old that it lets,
discovery threw down the Gantlet now Brown,
drowned in an Ocean of Society take Note,
the Pride of a Lyon strides dignity with been.
Singing from Thought a Stream not taught,
brings station in Identity that Incarnate whilst the World is dank,
wetting appetite with Proper in Site,
Ancient Belief equals the Atlas of Knight,
a Sword in the Moon on a Red blooming fight,
it's a Date that Sang exacts of the Came.
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