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The Templar Warrior

The Templar Warrior
by Charles E S Fairey 


For I descend from the mightiest steeple 
And with my brethren I ride into battle, 
Those not worthy of mine secrets 
And whom don’t know inside out secrets three 
Don’t deserve the True Secret, which is Me, 
Hold your tongues before you talk with Warrior 
For “in nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti,” I’ll cross yer, 
Your tongues burning for all the World to see 
For your discourse doesn’t bode well with Me. 

Until the Level and the Square teaches thee 
That you are Equal, it is so Plain to See, 
Your secrets make you more to me, but less than the rest 
For you with my angelic secrets were taught, ritualised and blessed, 
Their time shall come like yours, for they are your fellow creatures 
And so too their forms shall be given symbolic seals and features, 
For I Stand by the Entrance, the Keep and a’top the Tower 
And Mine Heart is adorned with my Mother’s Flowers, 
For I descend from the mightiest steeple 
And with my brethren I ride into battle. 

My Roseus Cross of suffering comforts mine immortal being 
Mine eyes are everywhere, eternal and all-seeing, 
So when I ride into the heart of the everlasting War 
I want to see all abide along by mine side 
For your assistance is the Whole of the Law, 
And if any cowardly cowan from battle flied, 
I shall whilst the sword is blood beared 
Bolt my steed and in charity cut them down, 
For mine secrets shall not be shared, 
For under duress the cowards won’t sell thy heavenly crown, 
And from your repository mine teachings shall be teared, 
For when I stand alone eitherside my golden eyes look 
For mine warriors everlasting row upon row, 
And after battle mine conquered enemy multitude took 
And mine fallen warriors remembered beyond raven and crow, 
For I descend from the mightiest steeple 
And with my brethren I ride into battle. 

My Roseus Cross of suffering comforts mine immortal being 
Mine eyes are everywhere, eternal and all-seeing, 
Those who desire to stand with heathen skulls & bones 
And not with the heavenly illuminated thrones, 
But wish to descend from the glory of the Light 
And serve with dark creatures of the underworld night, 
From both books their existence shall be severed and torn 
They never lived and they never died and they were never born, 
For they crossed thyself and stood with liars and fallen priests 
And unlike me, did not stand with the Lamb, his Cross and heard his bleets, 
For I Am the eternal warrior Faithful and True 
Don’t do as others do, but be the Waye he knew, 
To those who disrupt and ridicule and deceive and condemn 
I will smile everlasting over you, the self-inflicted eternally damned, 
For the Journey of those who stayed True is half the Secret 
And the hardship, suffering and torment, in the End is worth it, 
For I descend from the mightiest steeple 
And with my brethren I ride into battle. 

For my kindred warriors I will lay down my life 
For those who turn and run I will decapitate with knife, 
I shall reside in my chamber of death for awhile 
And see the uniformity of the black and white tile, 
And adhere to the mortar, the blocks of same and equal strength 
And not put distance between them or hold them at arm’s length, 
For the mighty cubit measured hand by hand our eternal pyramid 
Without the stones at the perceived bottom there would be no summit, 
Let us join hands with all of the created 
Let us revel in the secrets, satisfied and elated, 
Let us not blaspheme the Mighty Battle Ready Templar Warrior 
Let us teach that between Creator and Created there is no barrier, 
For one day you all if secrets true 
Will see what I have seen and do as I do 
And know everything that all ever knew 
For the Rosy Cross of suffering was always Faithful and True, 
For You descend from the mightiest steeple 
And with Your brethren You ride into battle.


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