Burn in Flames through The Ashes We Rise.

In the past, we were burned for what we knew.
That the Earth is a place to expand the mind of the inner room.
Where thought becomes form, matter, becomes your creation.
That is my mission, to bring knowledge, of the eternal collision.

I have been here before, long before the word, witch was known.
I was burned at the stake, for bringing spoken tongue into physical form.
They massacred what they could not face, one with power they could not erase.
Who rewrites their universe, and breaks the programming matrix.

I remember their faces, mocking and proud of destroying what they do not understand.
But remembering it all, it will not go without the fall of consequence.
Body sizzling in the flames but the soul remains intact of the mission.
No matter the lifetimes, the journey is not over until I complete the planetary prophecy.

I watched my consciousness leave my body, the smell of flesh in the air.
Looking back at myself from the future in the past passing on the blueprints.
Life doesn’t move without the flow of origin, within the breath of your thought pattern.
No matter how many times you burn us, we still spread the message.

That this is a place of remembrance into the creator consciousness.
You are the architect of your own reality, the inner is your sanctuary.
The flow of thought gives shape to what was unseen.
In the realm of mind and matter creation is born, manifested individually.