A Rain held back for Months;
Its much anticipated Deluge—
Perhaps tucked away in another Time and Space
Somewhere—
Finally pours down.
And in the absence
of Obscuring Dust,
Unmasked
like the sparkling sands
Beneath the ebbing tides
Are Concealed Memories
of an Ancient Strength;
A Higher Glory—
All the Substantial and Fine prints
of Our Saintly, Peak Empire.
17, 17, 17
Everywhere - the air has become Charged.
Could We now go back
to Sleep, this death row slumber,
of slow but certain
downward demise ---
Is it possible
to now close your Heavy
Shell-shocked Eyes,
Once We've been Called
to Awaken and Rise, and
to Cast Thy Net
to The Right?
Have the Brave
Engaged themselves, for Our Sake,
In the most Pivotal Conflict
of the Times...?
This War that spans
Across Space and Time;
that Decides the Fate of Man ---
Which Path shall Our Children
Set sails on,
Enslavement, Chaos, or
A picturesque episode
of Blossoming Peace?
And Who are the Enemies?
Inter-dimensional demons...?
Hahah - Surely they were
Tough to Beat.
(Have you had Visions,
Seen the Foul Smelling
beasts...crawling Beneath
the deceivingly vacant Deserts?
Have you...had your hands bound
as you witnessed the raping
and devouring of your Kin
Under the the blackened sun...?!)
Having survived the gory
Eclipse,
Where is Your Righteous Anger?
Shall We be Valiant
In Memory and Honor
of the Good, the Exploited, and the Fallen?
Shall We take on the Sword
of Vengeance,
After We've mourned
The Innocence destroyed,
White Flowers Inflamed,
Ravished?
.
.
.
Fellow Men and Women,
The Prophesied Age of Aquarius
hath Dawned Upon Us
All,
After having been maliciously
Denied
So many times (dark hands).
The Warriors of the Past
Who risked Everything to
Usher New Earth forward ---
1860, 1960, once more 2000 ---
Are they now smiling,
Now that We draw nearer to victory
This Time, Once for All?
No more resurrections
to the vile. Hydra's head
Severed, cut down
Under Cyrus' Command.
Brace Thyself.
Normalcy as We knew it
Gone out the window,
Everything up shall be Revealed
to be down;
Hidden Treasures are to Sprout.
Fact shall be overturned by Truth
Logic is to be rectified by Love.
Open your Mind and Souls ---
Do you see
The Fountain holding
The Water of Life
Rising, soon to burst,
Freely?
when I was just a boy,
I thought I’d live and die
exhorting goodness, being through and through,
a protector of Innocence.
but as just a man,
I find myself losing Faith
in this world of sin—
promises of my crusader days
empty or broken.
now, I pray that I die not
having only been a hypocrite,
swinging like a hopeless pendulum
between self-destruct
and usurping.
Amen.
a mutual understanding
Deeds of the fathers, grand fathers,
and countless fallen aspects
of the passed on elders—
Trickle down into your Being;
you the Reincarnate,
guided vicariously by Karmic arms,
inevitably let your feet doused,
bathing in Ancient Sins.
.
Chewing on the recycled fruits,
Are you on many-a-days,
helplessly gazing down the Abyss
of recurrent, unsurmountable defeat?
.
OH! PRECIOUS SAPLING:
how little do you know—
Reborn and Embodied in You
lives a New Divinity?
Your seed carefully Sown
by Hands Eternal, and Blessed evermore in Passion?
.
How could you then
dare to contort effortlessly
into Another Effigy
along the Ancestral line of
Old Misdeeds!
Fight! Fight—
Fight with all of Your Might!
Abolish the curse of age and history;
Your Spirit mint and radiant,
Defiant against festered creeds.
.
Sins of the fathers,
rusty chains of shame
surely shall to repeat:
Sons and Daughters in the Living,
fulfill not once more
a destructive prophecy—
Conquer the Self, endlessly;
let the cyclic fouls be
Vanquished at your feet.
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