The orange blocks lay flat, The egg spins upright, The dome will never fail. Behind the image seeks the truth, Behind the image seeks you. Humanities secrets, Painted on his back, Seeker of good. Clues in the war, Preserved between brick, Painted in blood. Cerca trova shouted behind enemy lines, As the clues stood sounded, For a thousand years, Seek and you shall find. A poem by: Matt James