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
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
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.