Temple Myst

All that was Man's glory vanished
The dusty facade crumbled to reveal
A Human mentality that can't be changed
By time, technology, or the veneer of civility

Let the Cataclysm of Consciousness come
And lift this fog of ignorance
As the morning Sun lifts
The Myst from the Temple

All of our brightest moments
And our crowning advancements
Have happened inside our heart of hearts
Not in the factories and machines of our minds


Cast your truest desires to the fates
And be lifted up beyond the mundane
As the morning Sun lifts
The Myst from the Temple

Temple Myst Copyright Shawn O'Neal 2006
Photo Copyright Teresa O'Neal 2006