One link of the immortal chain has snapped.

The broken ones, the fallen ones are these.

Go, lift them up and take them back to God.

For in their fall the Father takes no ease.

 Thou too, art fallen, Scribe and Pharisee!

 And for that reason WE are helping thee,

 That heeding us thou might through writing be

 A Light for those who seek the truest ME.

They see no course, those lost upon the way.

Thou might to them a message-bearer play.

Thou are a dual, triple self, you know

Elusive, oft dissembling, yet you go

The Way of UNITY and seek to show

The other fallen ones the way to GROW.