In the beginning. No day, no night.
No time, no space. Let there be light
Great creators of a time. A time of unknown
From where they came? Everywhere they roamed
Destroyers and time-keepers. Lords of sea, thunder and war
Underworlds of wrath and pain. Trees with worlds and bigger lore
Tareā mai tea o katoa. Too many to count
Sumerian. Aztec. Many more. Impossible to climb the mount
Two feet step in the sands. In the hand is a tool
Rocks are the first material. They carve out the shapes. Bow down and worship the face
Angel of Death. Lord of the Flies. Civilizations start and then they rise
Millenia stayed. The Fall. Sad cries. Metal statues. Industrialize.
E ‘akarongo mai meitaki kōtou. I received a vision. The path I will show
As it gets longer, we will survive. I promise you I do not lie
Financial gain. Promises made. Some are true. Others are stained
Emptiness is everywhere. In strange and mundane
This is not what was meant to be
It rains from above. Tall buildings all around
You hear it from rooftops and the streets
The cries in the Alley where Holy Weeps
Starving. Scavenging. Scrounging. Slaying
All days are filled. No time for praying.
Mud may metamorphosise. From liquid to solid
A single to a line. A new age to a new time
Yet soon there too many. Lost without a guide
Holy sees they are in need. A good way to survive. Come. Take heed
Holy teaches and protects. Goals from the very start
Teaching love and peace. Warmth made from fleece
Great Walls are built. None can keep them out
Inside they arise. Bursting upwards like a waterspout
Mata kakā. Matā kai. Stomachs for food
Skin for comfort. Genitals for flesh
Speaking not for Holy. They speak for only them
Saying they speak for Holy. The start of a cataclysm
Rhymes and hymns woven. Some don’t even rhyme
They sweeten with sugar. They spice up with thyme.
Now they see thy neighbour. Te ‘ākara atu nei rātou i te aro
They see only the difference. Tuatua rātou “Aere ki raro”
Many extended their hand. But others raise their fist
Holy cannot understand. Holy did not want this
Many hate Holy. Directionless Blame. Holy walks through the dark
It always knew it was inside. But it balanced it with light
How much light shall hide?
It rains from above. Total darkness. No sleep. Just the cries from the Alley where Holy Weeps.
Things written by people. Words of whom?
Changed for self-purpose. Sweep the truth away with a broom
So often they are used. Sentences will repeat
Clones meals served to eat. Sayings of an endless looped street
Learn on the day of the sun. Many have learned none
Disobeying the rules. Raising false daughters and sons
A stone carved star. A plastic statue
Sitting since when unknown. Fragments forever, or dull?
On the road ahead. What covers the way?
Pō? Maru tōputapata? Ē te vero o te rā?
A new path ahead. Will Holy walk along it
Another one. Many there are
What lies ahead cannot not be seen. For it is afar
Will there be war?
Will there be truth
Will there be unity?
Will there be peace
Or will there always be The Alley where Holy Weeps?
