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Greeks.....

They say hell hath no fury like a woman scorned
But hell’s heat is formed when an Alpha is born
Extreme degrees that bring flames to frozen nitrogen
I will never cry aloud, nor shall I ever wince again
From then to men, pole to pole, black & gold saved us
When the light was darkness and egos betrayed us
Dean...raised us to positions upright and unity formed
Seven stones and my brick, brotherhood never torn
Frozen cold as they molded my shape for the fire
Of placing the world on my shoulders & bruhs even higher
God anointed my passage, sand tore flesh as I crawled
& in the chambers of Pyramids my name scribed on the wall
Stand tall, head up, eyes never piercing the ground
The history’s in my heart and my knowledge is sound
I go forth as a leader, never backward steps or codes broken
I’m an exception to all rules, recognize all symbols and tokens
Eyes glazed in terrordomes, never allow foreign links in the chain
My history is my life and in it my brothers are sustained.
Hell knows not the fury of being frozen from top to base
I made the journey many failed…as the captain of my fate.




Those from without seem ready to challenge the validity of crossing the burning sands into a dimension of life that will guide your actions until your Light dims slowly forever. Contrary to popular opinion, the treacherous sojourn to embrace the Light of greekdom is not for form and fashion or to delight those on the outside looking in. It is a personal decision that rests in an individual’s heart and does not require the approval of anyone to recognize its brilliance. Yes there are those of the tiny minority who allow the weakness of their minds to persuade them to chase a legacy of Greek letters to seemingly impress family and friends. There are those few who think that some magic wand will anoint their personalities into something desirable after their names are called in a probate show. To these few misguided souls I denounce your existence and the sad example you display that the truest must work hard to erase. The unifying of sands is a private ceremony among brothers or sisters and that signifies that this achievement is not for the public’s critique. It is important to those witnessing its creation and should be respected as such. I admire fellow greeks, not for the respective letters they flaunt on their chest, but for the road of hardwork and dedication I hope they traveled to gain them. And woe to any greek who thinks their personal achievement gives them some insane power over minds and matter. People are impressed when your character and actions make the letters look exemplary, not when you think the letters make you seem important to other people. It is a very small man or woman who can be defined by the attributes of a greek-letter organization. Your legend should be filled with accomplishments and leadership, not summed up in one simple line such as “he or she was member of …..” In life your name should reach thousands…in death your legacy should inspire millions.

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