we are the temples, still standing
that they tried to hide under their churches
built by hands that prayed to their god
to see us dead
we are being excavated by
ancient ceremonies
held thousands of years ago
for this day we would wake
to fight this deep darkness
old, old songs now echo
from deep within our most protected memories
and it is now
rattling the dirt off the stones
revealing what has been hidden
everything that’s been covered up
will be remembered, they tell me
and it starts with ripping out
the oaths we took to forget the true story
the one they don’t tell you about
when they try and put you to sleep
so young
just before your blood sparks to life
there is no force greater than what lives
in our bones
than the spirits that weave
the threads of time
than the scrolls which live on eternally
hidden in plain sight
we are the temples, still standing
