Old world, old world, go away.
Don’t come back another day.
Take your ugly monochrome
And leave the people all alone.

Old world, old word, this I pray,
That you will heed these words I say.
For long past final warning this.
If you don’t change, you’ll miss the bliss.

But sigh and cry I sadly see,
A million cries and painful pleas
Are not enough to warm your bones
Or stop you casting hurtful stones.

So on this day, I do descend
To bid adieux, to bring your end.
To clear the way for truth today.
To end your ghastly black Ballet.

See in all people Light arise.
See all the truth that they despise.
See all the darkness swept aside!
Dispelled now with Light’s rising tide.

Michael Sharp

The Great Awakening

Getting you started on the
right path back home

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