The Essenes

The Essenes had seen the history of the world burning
As they raided the library of the three kinds
But they stopped at a paper that was worth nothing
About a young king from the poor that spoke Aramaic

Amongst all the burring it read what they were not fighting for
A different meaning then their temples were teaching
It shattered their reality and hid in the mountains
With the scrolls of meaning

Over time it would be their turn to be killed to hid the secret
But they hid the scrolls of the Dead Sea and kept fighting
The last of our history
Now lost in the sand for a time being

So far from the start
So many worlds no longer reading the way they were
Time changes so many things
Except what was written at the beginning