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...