(of three men)
Shing02, Doc Maxwell, and Kirby Dominant
(the muse) Gather around, and gather still, I've a tale for you
You're young, a timeless tale of three same men, each with eyes
and heart to cup a living by, all three sharing vision within vision...
within ticking dial time, now what you'll find face here is not
secret, only for you and you alone to lend.
(the traveller) O 'tis a hot, hot day! Hotter than yesterday, and
the day before.
I have crossed many oceans, and various terrains.
Mountains, deserts and plains I had to tame, to at last arrive
to this city, which I am yet to discover her name.
Alas, she is vast, spread in four directions in a seasonal fashion,
and the mountains skirt around the cityscape like a wall with no escape.
Now in the heart of the city, I see a big hill visible from any
corner, and upon it a gigantic white temple:
glowing with might, O what an impressive sight!
Its intricate architecture and grandiose design, I have never
seen anything close,
in other lands or heard in lectures, read in documents of recent
Enthusiastic spirits crowd the streets with wide-open eyes and
Why haven't I heard of this fantastic location from my peers and
I must find out more about this city and its culture, my true
obejective, a necessity.
'Twill bring me great pleasure, beyond any man's measure...
So let me delve into her flesh of this seductive scene.
(the architect) Pardon me but I have to say, I couldn't help but
hear you guys talking today about the display...
(You mean the temple?)
Now on that same soil, two floods ago, stood a plain hill so beautiful,
where my people would go to gather worship amongst nature and feeling
Immaculate view of the whole city, upon the foundation a lone fig
a place for everyone and their families to offer their prayers
Each day and every nite provided a light, when the people visited,
their voices affected left and right.
Until one day, perhaps through the nite, as I was told,
foreigners from a different land initiated a plan to squat and
give investment to this land.
The first offered tokens to help aid the cause for you need funds
to keep this landscape looking great,
and surely you need an altar to follow.
The second agreed after his swallow of the fruit that he picked
from the tree,
and then suggested nextly to design an icon that would mark this
territory here and beyond as being occupied with the commitment to develop
this mount to something much more.
Therefore, the third likewise took the previous men aside and suggested
to build a temple on the hill.
And before he could finish his sentence, the last offered blueprints,
and tools went into place, walls, gates, idol plates and workers who would
volunteer to migrate just for a piece of the cake.
Look! They built the temple on our land our ancestors fertilized
and are now buried on!
And made the masses believe through reconstruction good fortunes
were to come,
O what a disgrace, a sour taste for me and my people who help create,
O what a disgrace to our sacred grounds that nature did not help
(the muse) Yay, questions mark our traveller, and yay, regret bodes
and what of one commands their crooked all, might you wonder what
our temple holds?
Within its pillared grin, perhaps out last same man has seen:
he is the merchant, could be he sees it all, where want and need
are always met?
I'll make a tax collector wash my feet and that's word!
I'll put him in the dirt before he touch one sheep in my herd.
'Cause I'm a hardcore hustler, independent merchant, sell your
mama a quilt your daddy a sea urchin.
Everythang was perfect! Everythang was perfect 'til that white
temple was built.
It hangs upon on the hill where they are supposed to be praying
but they are obeying the elite,
created a new barter system called currency and it's weak.
The righteous turned ridiculous, philosophy politica, stricter
taxation in this brand new nation,
thanks to my informant I know this situation, while the rest of
god's creation is on hybernation...
(the traveller) Oh excuse me sir, my fellow brethren, could you
tell me anything about that temple?
I am a traveller from the far east. I'm here to study your beautiful
culture, and I was struck by that temple...
how it stands in the heart of your city!
Shit, what the hell do I know right, I'm just an independent merchant.
Okay, then maybe we can be friends. As a sign of respect,
let me offer you these special seeds that grow herbal medicine,
a gift from my homeland, here, give me your hand.
Good vision, my friend! I see you are not one of them. No need for suspicion!
Well here, let me tell you everything you need to know about the
Hmm I see... you possess sharp knowledge indeed, but now I believe I have
found my true purpose of stay in this city.
(the architect) Man, what are you guys staring at in this busy
street, don't tell me you're impressed by that devilish architecture that
Shit, not me.
Oh what might you know my brother? We're just enjoying this bright day
and site here... Please, share us your insight.
Well Brothers, I'm just a native architect here to provide a little intellect,
And if you have a sec, I can provide you with information about
My spirit flows through each wall that I create, on any landscape
with tools I navigate to spread love and praises, can you relate?
My people and I put fourth heart and soul, to bring any mold to
The use of a temple is sacred not because of the mortar and stones
used to build it,
but because of the people within who don't pretend, yet send a
purpose through existing within!
My people did not build that temple over there, look at the glamour
that blinds here,
the original purpose has been transformed for many years, desecrating
by dulling the life that once flowed through the veins of our
This temple here lacks a nation and suffers from mental starvation,
from the body, to the surroundings, to its present foundation!
How could this be a holy place of gathering and sharing of time?
When all the congregation is outside bathing in material sunshine,
See their angles they take, demonstrate, but wait!
Listen to their unholy bell chimes, as they dine and sip fancy
wines all the time.
This temple right here is nothing but a living fault line that
grows and penetrates to find the smallest of minds...
Well, your language matches our waves, as my people would say.
I'm a foreigner, but let me fill your cup on what I just found
out from this gentleman.
This is what I know about the temple and what goes on inside...
Well, hell, I'm not surprised a single hair on my chin! I knew that building
stood thin, all lavish on the outside but all corrupt on the inside.
So now what do we do? Or what can we do?
What do we do? What do they do? What do we do? What do they do?
As three same men spoke, and so they spoke... As three men spoke,
and so they spoke... it seemed to when...
and then they confessed:
(the architect) I must confess; I have a design to take back our
ancestors' hill in time.
Here's another peace of my mind I've been working through the independent
vines beneath the hillside,
sharpening my tools and thoughts, studying the mighty power of
I know it will not be simple because much sacrilege has occurred.
Many roads to it have been detoured, ending up in a criminal circle.
I want to use my building of words to serve as a purpose to notify
the above surface,
that the temple which looks down on us everyday, does us no service.
We can start by tearing apart all that symbolizes destruction of
a true artform,
namely by annihilating the building that houses sinful scorn, vacating
it, planting ancient and new life forms.
As told by a wise carpenter: No business should be conducted in
my Father's House!
I won't rest until the insulation falls out, from the walls to
the halls, by all means,
no pause until this cause has caused all to recognize the flaws.
And until the precious fig tree stands tall with no boundaries,
be gone with their luxuries, extending energies eternally to the
Brothers, please pray with mec
We need an innovative way to penetrate the situation; I too have a confession.
Part of the information I spoke of before came from infiltration
I entered the temple as a priest pouring out libations,
I've seen them trading secrets, my mission brighter than gold,
I gotta free all my people before the story's been told!
We'll rewrite the script before the people can suffer, prevent
proceed undercover and execute our plans, 'til the temple no longer
Yes, I believe the time is right to make my confession.
Gentlemen, my true profession is the delegate from the far east
empire, under the clandestine mission to investigate the white temple.
Six moons ago, my people were approached by the temple to make
trades, and didn't know the truth before opening the gateways.
Now we stand separated from our old days, people divided, misguided,
blinded by the trade.
O the greed sees sweet profits from it, and those dark individuals
schemes, deals, meals behind curtains.
They have become the power de facto certain to doom the nation
we must act now to stop!
As hundreds of years from now more population will be able to travel
and exchange ideas freely,
it is imperative that we connect and build a safe bridge firstly
with new generations to follow.
So let us work together for such future, kingdom hallow.
Yes, I accept your offer of collaboration! When the time is right, when
the next full moon rises in the nite, we shall meet here again.
And I am with you as well. And let us not reveal our plans and confessions
to other souls until our vision reaches fruition.
Be safe my brothers.
/ traveller) Be safe and peace be with you and your spirit.
And so, the three same men split, went separate ways, back into the masses
from which they came.
How many full moons do you suppose it takes to change it all?
Be young all, and be off, off to save your age. It's the sun's
turn to set...
again... I'll have you know at last...
There is some beauty in the secret you cannot keep...
And look, might there be a full moon tonite?