Thoth, you sing these words to me,
In a material world of uncertainty.
You are the voice of reason; my saving grace.
Atlantean; thrice reborn.
A warm embrace to the human race;
Beautiful beacon, feather adorned.
Esoteric secrets dwell beyond your ancient depths;
You raise me up with the words you’ve left.
Many-a-days I sing your praise,
Now sing with me for old time’s sake.
Let’s create a beautiful melody
And transmute dark to light.
There’s a sacred space in my heart,
Where our souls can reunite.
Help spark the fire within me,
And let’s rewrite our history.