Tetrahedron: The Culling of the Unwanted from the Earth

When the iron
 enters our solar bodies once more,
 renewing
 all our festering wounds
 The energy oozing
 Chaos leaking from the gashes
 This is what will start the cure
 Man's wisdom, either through god's revelation,
 or through the service of the angels and the spirits,
 or through the sharpness and the depth of understanding
 The primal source opened
 Translating all hidden thoughts
 Triad of flames,
 scorched by the maternal fire
 Ashes scattered in your face
 Your ashen face screaming at me
 To heal these wounds
 The four corners of this earth
 Bleeding precious energy
 seems like a mission impossible
 I am slow of speech
 and slow of tongue,
 but my deeds will rage
 The secrets of my spirit
 cannot and will not
 be communicated to those feeble men
 cannot and will not
 be communicated...
 I, the keeper of mysteries
 I am depicted with fingers to my lips
 Commanding violent
 raging silence