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