Imagine falling asleep in a golden age. Not an age of
majestic pyramids and incredible empires but rather
an age where individuality and self expression was
king. An age when MUSIC had the power to
transform and transfix. When varitable demi-gods and
Lizard-kings strode the world stage and forever
changed the planet with nothing more than poetry, a
smouldering Stratocaster or two and the sweet dream
of a limitless future. Now, imagine waking to find in
it's place a world hopelessly diminished and
shriveled. A world where the powers that be have
fostered the negative, self absorbed and impotent
notion that NOTHING matters and nothing lasts
beyond your momentary attention span. A world of
vapid attitude and hollow posturing, where the sheep
think they're the leaders and the leaders take that
carefully crafted illusion all the way to the bank.
Where fashion dictates the ridiculing and complete
disregard of the past. A world with collective selective
amnesia, where the mere hint of that former glory
brings terror to the puppetmasters and peer
disrespect and condemnation. Now,.. imagine having
a choice,... to join the flock and cash in, playing the
role of the piper even though you know the path
leads only to the slaughterhouse door, OR... awaken,
pick up where you left off and hope that there are still
a few who can hear and understand. A few who have
not been permanently deafened to the call of their
own hearts and souls...
Take them lightly at your own peril--- ANUBIS SPIRE
is awake.
>>>>>>>>Taken from BOOK 9-The church of the
closed loop
****ANUBIS SPIRE has been together for two years
now, where they came from does not matter. All that
matters is where they're going.****
