Resound

A long time ago, wise ones said that we'd revere
A child who'd grow to become the first Keeper
The House had a master who'd let no one enter
Except through the one his chosen call The Assenter
A chosen man proclaimed this spoken-of legend
Who'd bring to our beliefs a sword with two edges

The vipers confounded shouted out
"You change our old ways"
The Assenter arrived, replied
"Stay your mouths, early graves"

Well they didn't like that one bit
Started to plot, a thought came to them
They'd trap him in his own words
So they thought of different ways to play him
"If you are the Keeper
Where does your authority come from?"
For if he says of man, he's nothing
If he says the Architect, it's blasphemy
But he said
"What authority do the chosen have to lead
Others traveling this road alone
To a bright and better home?"

Now if they say "The Architect"
His right to do so's justified
And if they say "Of men"
The travelers know they think it's all a lie

Their attempt to ensnare
Became embarrassment to bear
Enraged by fallen face
They embraced an approach of deadly air

They swore to themselves that indeed
They would end that good man's life
And they would succeed
In a few days the Keeper would die

Two false sayers paid to discredit the Keeper
Spun tales of a blasphemy
Him as the speaker
They put him on trial
The verdict predetermined
Condemn this confounded man
Torture this vermin

They beat him until he was hardly alive
The same man who saved all from this road we call life
Then they beat him in front of all the travelers and chosen
It seemed as if all of existence was frozen

Oh how I wish all that this man had done was accounted
In the end it amounted to so much
But he still lives on, he's a breathing memory
And I have no doubt that this good man still finds a way to lead
His story's still told and his acts still resound
In his chosen, and good things have a way of coming back around
Coming back around

He taught me how to cry, something I do on occasion now
When I think what he did, and repay him I'll think how I might
And as the credits roll, 'cause the end is nigh
I look into the sky and shield my eyes because the names are bright
And as you might expect, the Architect is credited
With the house that he has made that the chosen are to live in
The Keeper's signature appears after all the deeds he's done
And all the travelers he's helped to navigate under the sun
And after all deciding factors turn, and like a Marvel movie
After credits, it says that he will return, a second coming
So be ready, travelers, for we know not the hour
And if you find a lost one, tell them about his love's eternal dower