The Sages

I write with the power of life, power of death
Every breath begets change, every coward is left
Quicksand, second chance, never take an hour to step
Stairs infinite, begin the quest, the watching owl is left
Kings raise the scepter, the lying leopard has leapt
As he crept with catlike prowess where every records kept
Catch your breath, I watch in awe, jaw to the floor
As the frauds keep claiming God and walk through the door
Take two, take a second, let the syllables set and harden
Several artists claiming seven as they step into my garden
Hands down I am the sage that gave the ignorant a pardon
Gave the blindsight, the dark light, disease it was discarded
The sea was parted, staff up, the mystery is real
Symbolic mystery lifted by mystic pencils that I wield



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Terwilliger
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