The splittin' of cultures was the nail
four-triple moral chains,
when priests become merchants
sellin' the reliquaries
more concerned about flippin' a coin
and makin' a penny,
than preservin' the symbols and rituals
in the temples,
lettin' them circulate in measurement
and taxation in equality.
That's the cat on the laurels - Ptah,
cuz' confusion of laws
has been the grave of every empire,
nobody cared anymore
and suddenly Rome was a burnin'
for good reasons.
because the central pillar of an empire
is the unity of religion,
and equal seperation of it in politics.
But It wasn't the devaluation per se -
slingin' it backwards
It's the story of the priestess and the king,
the chymical wedding
but drinkin' from a chalice of decadence
and usin' the jewelry box
as an ashtray might have caused it,
the grain in the mills
just became worse and worse over
the centuries:
Surveillance systems in the church,
confessions and notes
the little black book became a library
in the Vatican archives,
it all became a machiavellian game
of blackmail and mirrors,
backdoor agreements and secret
milk shakes,
masonic labyrinths and minotaurs
gangstalkin' it.
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