Throughout the Ages:
Alchemists have sought a magic stone,
Possessing virtues of “The Emerald Tablet”
Some mystics find truth, yet some are prone,
To exploit “Arcane” for selfish gain,
The balance of natural world they upset;
By making gold from common lead
By attempting life from what is dead
By pride and avarice they are led
In truth;
We must recognize a Spirit’s goal,
To understand that the Philosopher Stone,
Resides within the human soul…
A gift from God, which makes one whole
“So above, So below”
We then embody and extol
ROTMS
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