The Son of Hermes Has Risen in Poetry

As I glance at the sky
I can see the pentagram
Outlined by the beauty
Of Venus’s silhouette
The stars begin
To drain the darkness of night
To purify it with the blood
That liquefies the light
The Fibonacci sequence
Repeats over and over again
Backward inside the imagination of my head
While Osiris and Isis
Hide behind the smile of
The Mona Lisa
Amen

So dark
Is the con of man
You say your eyes and mind
Are open
Yet, blinding ignorance misleads us
Deceiving the multitude
A secret lies buried within
The sands of time
But the truth is banished
Inside a paradoxical illusion
And there is a conclusion

Sophia whispers from the West
Echoing to the East
The meaning of wisdom is lost
But one truth still stands
We are hybrid of religions and philosophies
Fused to together
To create an earthquake
To divide and reconnect
The secret passions
Of yin and yang
Or else
The Earth will go bang

And once again
I declare
The age of the fish
Is over
The water-bearer is here
To shed a new light
To bring humanity out
From the age of darkness
And the terror
That clouds your mind
The Son of Hermes has arrived
The clock ticks
Good luck and goodbye