Praetors dance of the Renaissance
Gleam of geo - prism light
New Aristotle and the religion of man
Hope in the mystical eternal
We are now marooned
Capsized in our arrogance
Mercury ridden waters
Storms of Prometheus
Let the dross be burned away
Revelation needs no buttress
Let all philosophy be sifted
Sola Scriptura rules the way
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