Holy Grail
An ancient word of wisdom frees this scroll.
And helps us keep her scatter'd family whole.
A headstone praised by templars is the key.
And atbash will reveal the truth to thee.
In London lies a knight A pope interred.
His labors' fruit a Holy wrath incurred.
You seek the orb that ought be on his tomb.
It spoke of Rosy flesh and seeded womb.
The Holy Grail 'neath ancient Roslin waits.
Adorned in masters' loving art she lies.
The blade and chalice guarding o'er her gates.
She rests at last beneath starry skies.
And helps us keep her scatter'd family whole.
A headstone praised by templars is the key.
And atbash will reveal the truth to thee.
In London lies a knight A pope interred.
His labors' fruit a Holy wrath incurred.
You seek the orb that ought be on his tomb.
It spoke of Rosy flesh and seeded womb.
The Holy Grail 'neath ancient Roslin waits.
Adorned in masters' loving art she lies.
The blade and chalice guarding o'er her gates.
She rests at last beneath starry skies.
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