Three hundred years born

Post my mother’s death

Inherited a wealth, a land and an Atamai

Destined to initiate humanity’s rise

With a map of creation internal born

Faced with a world fighting to erase

The heart of the one for the soul of all

But in all things controlled from the state

Corruption reigns for the good of few

Utopia, the fallacy of the exploiter

To fight the forces that threaten to consume

I built a new order

To reshape the consciousness of the one