The Red Serpent

#TrüMúzìçÊÑT #Tru2Grace #Tru #T2G #contest #RiggedContest @rapfame_official @rapfame_ar_team The Red Serpent is an intricate, multi-layered piece that blends esoteric history, sacred geometry, astrology, and classic occult treasure lore into a lyrical journey of self-transformation and hidden knowledge, based off the famous French treasure mystery of Rennes-le-Château and the enigmatic poem titled "Le Serpent Rouge" (The Red Serpent) ™Verse 1™ The traveler’s document remains a cipher on the desk, A handwritten manuscript where light turns picturesque. Prism splits the white into a rainbow on the wall, Mix the six together on the palette blackness falls. Pisces wears the number of a seal, an unknown face, Pilot of the Ark upon a white rock taking place. Starin' past the black stone down towards the southern edge, Aries with a broadsword choppin' branches near the ledge. Hacking through the thicket where the Sleepin' Beauty lies, Thread of Ariadne pulled to navigate the skies. Taurus on the watch for 64 scattered blocks, Brothers dropped the cube while fleeing white fort locks. Usurpers on their heels while the architecture broke, Leaving pieces in the mud beneath the rising smoke. ™First_Hook™ Square and compass, set the baseline down, East to West, then South to North around. Fourteen stones that cross the sacred floor, Circle makes the ring and locks the crown forevermore ™Verse 2™ Mosaic floor is checked in alternating black and white, Asmodeus watching every footstep in the night. No Hercules for strength, I gotta read between the lines, Standing at the font where all the water aligns. "By this sign you conquer," scent of perfume in the air, Isis in the sepulchre with healing balm to spare. Magdalene’s alabaster jar for those who bear a load, Shepherds of Poussin decoding symbols on the road. Et in Arcadia ego voice of blood begins to speak, Four hoofprints stamped into the granite on the peak. Delacroix’s chapel got the seventh phrase inscribed, "Deliver me out of the mire," that's what the scroll prescribed. Two times I.S. embalming what the White Lady preserved, Libra in the shadows where the autumn trees curved. 14th cross rising where the midday sun appears, Knight's tower standing on the circuit of the spheres. Scorpio dizzy on the line where the choir turns, Spiral like an octopus while the ink cloud burns. Biting on my palm like Olier inside his coffin space, Pillaged little temples left with metal in the place. Ophiuchus steppin' from the pit, cursing the ash, Seal of Solomon proven through the lightnin' flash. White mountain flooding while the rain begins to fall, Red serpent coiled where the beast starts to crawl. January 17th, waking from the dream state, Now listen to the story that Im tellin' you is true This is my retellin' of a real treasure map, a fortune to be found if you figure out these clues Keep your head sharp if you wanna figure out what The Red Serpent already knew ™2nd_Hook™ Align the meridian, set the frame, Base Lead turning into Gold inside the game. From the deep abyss up to the mountain crest, 14 stones put every ancient secret to the test