They came from afar to witness, to ready a world for a major change
Faceless, nameless souls willing shrouds of obscurity around them
Keeping to the shadows to hide their lights from the restless crowds
Knowing it was not their time to step onto the lighted stage
Or be seen on the silver screen, for them it is not the way
But they knew some would succumb to those glamours
Some would be ensnared, thus alerting their adversary of their arrival on that world
But it had to be so, easily they resigned themselves to that reality
For they knew sufficient would be their numbers when the eleventh hour approaches
Realize, that hour has now been struck, the time has come ...
But still they remain invisible to those who seek them
Still they cling to the shadows and live out lives of obscurity
They await the signs in the heavens that will come whence it is their time
Know they are truly patient whilst their sworn enemy is growing careless
For it knows they are out there somewhere but where, they are such a threat
They are the antibody, it is the virus
The restless crowds not aware of the truth, know they are the parasite
The genetic robots created by the virus to be its slaves
To pass forth its sickness and corrupt the world for all of eternity
The antibody has come to thus absorb that corruption
Tis why they live such sorrowful lives attracting to them all the karma
Thus wearing burdens so heavy on their shoulders
Carrying it with ease and a beaming smile
For they that distress will soon draw to a close
Know thus the virus is soon to be eradicated completely ...
That time draws so close
And for they disguises will soon be shed and invisibility lost
Towards the crowds they will walk with light and open arms
Know some will be murdered just where they stand through fear
But for the vast majority they will be recognised ...
The angels of Atlantis will have returned!
Written by Matthew James Wednesday, 18 July 2001
