Transfiguration

As a culture, we tread crooked in the brume of unrest As a culture, we careen down a narrow path, overgrown with blight As a culture, we trample over the disharmony of nature’s decline As a culture, we are rank with the miasma of oppression We must shed the darkness of the spirit And bare our souls to the solitude of reality We must burn all weakness in the spirit And spare our souls the misery of downfall We must transform the core of the spirit And guide our souls to the light of wisdom Transfigure! At earth’s behest Transfigure! The earth commands Man has transfigured the earth, now we must transfigure ourselves!