Tetrahedron: The Culling of the Unwanted from the Earth - Dodecahedron

When the iron

Enters our solar bodies once more

Renewing

All our festering wounds

The energy oozing

Chaos leaking from the gashes

This is what will start the cure

Man’s wisdom, either through god’s revelation

Or through the service of the angels and the spirits

Or through the sharpness and the depth of understanding

The primal source opened

Translating all hidden thoughts

Triad of flames

Scorched by the maternal fire

Ashes scattered in your face

Your ashen face screaming at me

To heal these wounds

The four corners of this earth

Bleeding precious energy

Seems like a mission impossible

I am slow of speech

And slow of tongue

But my deeds will rage

The secrets of my spirit

Cannot and will not

Be communicated to those feeble men

Cannot and will not

Be communicated

I, the keeper of mysteries

I am depicted with fingers to my lips

Commanding violent

Raging silence