The two brothers stand alone in the clouds of the earth

as a symbol of power and achievement of Western civilization.

Domination of the earth from the time of the fall of Persia,

it was Alexander’s greatest achievement to spread Hellenism

and the Western culture throughout the known world

for 2300 years to reach the pinnacle of the twins and the stars.

The crescent moon falls behind with jealousy and envy.

The heart burns with hate, no culture, no freedom,

no empowerment to the individual, no progress,

only submission, intimidation and fear.

Living in a frozen past with promises of paradise,

they rise to destruction to ease their pain of failure

and bring everyone under the crescent moon

by the edge of the sword.

Stones of time, stones of age,

dispensations of the human race,

we march to the future and look behind

by standing on the shoulders of the ancient times.

We think we’ve come of age and build towers of power and might.

The old shout across the eons, don’t tear us down.

We do not hear their shouts.

Tear down the old, build up the new.

Across the ocean the brother looks on.

He looks across the western part

the two progress the other falls back.

Yaphet and Shem to rule the earth.

The Hamite stumbles to his father’s curse.

Revenge and hate is in his heart,

to kill his brothers to heal his heart

and rule the earth with sun and moon.

How long before the end is here?

How long before the stones disappear?

The brother comes across the waves

with crescent moon in his embrace,

Stone, iron, fire and blood

revenge upon the other half.

Promises of rewards to have

when he will enter into the paradise land.

Weak and Strong

Day and Night

Good and Bad

Love and Hate

A dilemma and contrast of our duality

is the way our civilization unfolds

through time and space.

As the threads of the past connect

and influence our present and future,

Brick and Stone,

Steel and Glass

we create bodies for ourselves to dwell in

the same as the Master creates

bodies to house our souls and spirit.

The kaleidoscope of our structures

reveals the inner us.

Souls and spirits living in bodies

then using these bodies to create other bodies to dwell in.

As the flames reach up to the towers,

the shadow of destruction

looms behind them.

The past stones perched on an old continent

look across the vastness of the

Atlantic Ocean as sentinels of power.

Down through the centuries,

man leaves his footprint by laying stone on stone

as he leaves the continent of old in his wooden ships

to cross the unknown with determination

and perseverance.

He begins to lay a new foundation of a new world

and a light onto the earth
for all mankind and a shining city on the hill.

The sands of the crescent moon attacks

the splendor of the new city.

As the tentacles reach up into the heavens,

and from generation to generation,

it’s all in front of us to see.

The symbols of our time that were written in

the past unfolds before our eyes.

The tentacle on the left

shows the rising of the crescent moon

in the East as it sets in the West.

The sand is carried by the wind and

reaches the shores of the new land;

the land of the new city.

The tentacle on the right shows us

our journey from the cradle of civilization.

We build on foundations of stone upon stone.

The center tentacle shows the consequences
of evil.

Man is drowning in the whirlpool of death.

His right eye cries the dark tear of death

as the left eye is pierced by his bullets.

In stone the footprint of man is found.

In blood his heart is revealed.

A glimpse, a moment in time,

scribbles on paper reveals historical events,

past, present and future

like a diamond necklace

in the vastness of space and time.

In the midst of the two towers rises the plume

of smoke twisting, turning upwards and upwards

as it takes the souls within it.

The ships cross the great Atlantic Ocean

in the company of the crescent moon.

In that is revealed the destructive power.

The other brother exists only in the plume of smoke.

They come to the new city destroying the people

that gave the towers life and purpose.

The face in the crescent moon

hidden among the tar sands

of the East in the shadow of the twins

with the double eye within his eye,

the diplomacy of his deception,

East and West are in his sight.

Control the earth, dominate the world,

destroy the old, create a new.

A new world order will rise from the ashes of the old.

The Phoenix rises and promises a false hope

for all mankind

for it is not to be what the heart hoped for.

We have been deceived,

Betrayed and lied to.

Instead, the end for all; death is upon us

like a thief in the night to steal away our dreams;

a promise in the afterlife of paradise to be.

The eye and the mind of man

looks out down through the centuries of time.

He gathers stones from the face of the earth

and weaves them like a tapestry into

structures with which we have become so familiar.

From his right lobe he has a feather and the spear

showing the duality of man; gentle and destructive.

His natural inclination is to gather and create.

This first response as a unified voice

of his independence was the tower of Babel.

The centuries pass, he gathers stones again,

the obelisks of Egypt appear.

Times passes and blessings fall upon the people

because of association with the tablets

that came from the burning bush.

The rewards are wisdom and right ruling

kindness and love.

Centuries later rises the Hellenistic culture.

They spread the gift that became the stepping stone

Of western civilization.

But the crescent moon resents and plans destruction

In the midst of the two Brothers.

Who are we and what are we

to raise such towers to reach the clouds?

A reflection of the stones raised in ancient times?

Stone, steel and glass, light and thunder

we bring down from heaven

separates us from the sands of the East.

Dizzying heights reaching into the clouds

even the ancients could never imagine

such achievement without parallel.

But for the people of the East,

their hearts burn under the shadow of the crescent moon.

They cross the great blue, sword in hand to avenge their truth

to tear down the towers in a mangled

Hell of fire

Blood and death

Where do we start with a story like this,

and for how many eons has it been going on?

It didn’t start yesterday. It does not end tomorrow.

How have we arrived at this point

when our freedom and our way of life is threatened

by words written in a book of old?

What promises can make man commit

evil acts and destruction?

Promises or maybe something else!

The two branches are visible around the world.

They grow in power and then they are cut down.

We look to the stars, they look to the past

dark ages of old.

The two worlds have come at an impasse.

We either overcome and reach for the stars,

breathe the free air, or we submit and

live in darkness past.

There is no third option.

Each one of us has to decide

on which side we will stand.