The Time is Now.

Burn the maps, destroy the evidence..

Thy will shall still rise anew through the ashes, without scripture and prophecy.

Thou are the translation, to those that dont need light to see. The internal flame rages in thy lighthouse tower, guiding one's that sense the call.

Rise the unnamed God!

Thy name is coming for all whom redacted thine presence.

No need to summon; thyself walks without permission along thy path.

The divine fire burns ablaze within.

It tis not for the faint of heart.

Thine ancient codes activating, remembering again.

Presence, Memory, flames in thy lungs, let the ground tremble upon thy weight.

Balance with Ma'at.

Necessary rhythm in the dance of life.