The Book Of Secret's Poem by The First Shrike

Written
from the past
thousands of years
recorded
all last.

This question I ask

Those whom
would so
come along
must find a way
to put word
unto
song.
May I
say

We live in a time
where ear's
cannot hear
wisdom
knowledge
in song
come to
pass

Yet those
whom such
credence
Walls paneled
degrees

One must
listen
to all
not people
alone
in nature has
been there
so along.

For if just one
secret in a
book
of thousand's

Then search
for the eye
that can so
gaze
and
has so such
seen the
pain
in the
soul
called
Humanity.
For upon
there life
it is
required
of thee