You shall be cast down   Before even dreams were dreamt of   There existed misery   Epitome of gods and men alike   Tormented as they struggled   Amidst chaos, twisted beings did mesh as one   Not yet beyond the evil   To be as waxen idols   Crafted with the blackest hand of matter   Birthed was the unseeing eye   Divinity remained   Silence the unhearer   Burden thy path not more   Shade the beacon light   Keep hidden from ones   When seek not paths of worth   Drink the Soma   Vision the white lotus   Seated upon the thousandth petal   Crucified to the days of three   Emerge, open thy eye   View the innate and dream the dream   Behold the nirvanic temple