Kon Tiki Viracocha. .

Hear we of imminently needed change, Climactic battle & enduring strife, World weary citizens of an age Fed up with such a struggle for life Precariously balanced on the edge of a knife, Knowing not from whence come new ways, Old orders out of touch where civil strife is rife, Holding back the future of different days, The people will be kept no more in a dark haze.

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The time is always now: when to act Yet with a sense of urgency, we hope To bring about the shift, make it fact Taking no notice of wretched lies spoke To keep us dependent on a cruel joke, Preventing potential from being realized, Another chapter long should have been wrote, No economic solution can be prized, At the cost of true humanity, ignored & despised.

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See now what days of light Are brought forth when we think The limits of the past left to the night, At the moment we here are on the brink Of nding our rst clear minded sight Beyond the trappings of wrong or right, A new age can lift us further still, Self knowing will take us to that height, Consciously ascending by force of will, Possibilities with which our hearts we ll.

Out from the lake come ye hence, To partake of servile days no more, Titicaca thy dwelling place immense, Back to the land of men, come to the fore Where decadent rulers little know whats in store For them and theirs, in these times The bearded civilizer of ancient folklore Stands amongst us, his hour chimes, Setting to right centuries of accepted crimes.

Viracocha, not a god as once told, Yet a hero of the populace was he A gure in a tight garment of white & gold, Who cometh forth to remind us that we could be More than mere beasts, creatively free, Seeing as we are not in the end of days, But before a new direction we agree That if you set a new path, it pays To follow that which thy heart inside says.

Residing in the long abandoned remains Of Tiawanakus forfeited greatness, A land casting a shadow on former pains, The loss of history left memoryless, Prompting the inner search upon us to press, Finding solace in an ancient message Far from materiality, we now digress Delving deeper into an unspoken language, A fractured aeon lost to an archaic past age.

Emerging from the lake with the suns rays, Upon a savage earth, bearing down, Any such one seemeth to pave new ways Towards a higher state for the city or town, And to new ways well gradually come round, Accepting the wisdom of a new word, Despite the old orders spiteful frown, The gentle teachers thoughts are heard, Knowledge given wings akin to a bird.

The bloody rituals of carnivorous meals, All grow to despise that which they once ate, The folly of a primitive group that feels The need to deny their natural state, Keeping them xed on base things not great, Enlightened beings move far beyond, The trappings of local ignorance & hate, The old asked only to react & respond, Rather than nding that for which all are truly fond.

Venturing forth through Cuzcos valley, Viracocha found the fertile ground Where crude building blocks lay And so could be reset, turned right around, Where now Saqsayhuamans temple is found Our testimony to that earliest time, Before the Incas panpipe was ever to sound, When spirited man still stood in his prime, From whence came this sorry state of decline?

As the Milky Ways void aligns itself With our father the sun on high, Saturn & Jupiter also bring us health, Their Andean counterparts also lie At the heart of new ideals, well try To bring out the best in our nature, As the cosmic Pachakuti lights up the sky On the nal solstice of rupture The overturning of space/times sacred architecture.