Spear shaker

Ah, the allegorical references within speak volumes about the veil shrouding our history. Oh ancient Rome, the illusion of mythology, such delight in the masters pen. What fun, what cruelty to write and play within the labyrinths of the laymen’s mind. Masons fumble in the dark holding keys to nothing, thinking their sacred thoughts, worshiping their sacred symbols of the ISIS queen. Samarian bloodlines, Egyptian legerdemain crosses into the threshold of the Euphrates. Gothic stone builds the womb of time, the infinite illusion.