The words resonate like the sound of a bird.
The vision is redacted like a document; words blurred.
The lack of sight ensues, everything absurd.
The unity is forgotten; we are separated.
The separation leads to dark initiations.
The new initiates, born in deceit.
The soul accumulates deep truth they seek.
The massive awakening of the generation that sleeps.
The awoke beings make sure your discernment sees.
The spiritual dwellings in human form; it's the reform.
The reform of the prosperous nation that will lead the planet.
The desperation of the darkness will end; we demand it.
The integrity of change, sweeping the universe in omnipresence.
The eruption of change inevitably engulfs your essence.
The deep-seated missions to lead with grace and reverence.
The need to see in this moment, remembering your atonement.
The oath your spirit remembers; feel shivers flowing like rivers.
The excitement delivers, and your vessel quivers; you're a believer.
The Almighty knighted your authority within; it's your cue to win.
The strength withheld through incarnations comes rushing in.
The rush, like hurricane winds, is time-warping; it bends.
The portal opens as you utilize your natural leyline.
The bend folds space and time, and the opened portal shines.
The choice of your purpose, you realize through real eyes.
The evolution your spirit descended remembers the ascension.
The remembrance of home isn't a figment in your mind.
The memory has always been true, and we need you.
The vault is locked, and you're the...