Requiem for the Emissaries

Requiem for the Emissaries

There once was a time

they knew the mystery.

Masters, scholars,

theologians, philosophers—

unsheathing divine

and metaphysical meaning

in a crucible of ideas;

anointing themselves

supreme messengers of

esoteric, erudite truths.

Their days are done.

For the Light enlightens

the ignorant to

shame the wise.

Their days are done.

Like relics wilting in

the aura of their hallowness,

the minds of the Learned

have been rendered lame

by the Knower-Of-All-Things

who humbles all

with the knowledge of

what is, was and still to come.



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