What seconds bring,
Like a prophecy fulfilled we sing,
Embrace it fully if you can,
Let it go never again,
Make it part of every stem,
Of every seed you plant for them,
And it too will bring the voice to them,
Like the sound of the legion home again.
Through all the pain and doubt and sin,
Pushed past the wounds and back to thin,
A new world waiteth for the twins,
Sackwool mixed with bleach-ed lint,
The generations 'fore that lived
that died and strived if just to live
for this, and them,
And every soul come back to mend,
for wish to find it's truth again,
and re-balance balance's upward end.
So waste not a synapse,
Grab your swords and prep your djinn straps,
Bury past where once it dashed,
Transmogrify that molded mask,
Turn your dreams to morrow's mast,
One hundred thousand times per laugh,
Show thy kinsmen to the baths,
And let them choose.
The illuminated path is now revealed,
Perhaps still darkened from those lids,
But once the fog blows cross those gaps,
What wonderment in store for all of this,
What unseen fundaments become one with his,
What magnificence and umpteenth bliss
will pour across the jaded twits,
Like baby faces.
Awaken and grip the under-knit,
Below the crows and bellow through a goat's lips,
Empower and power over those two shits,
Not but yes and knows it is,
Cold jonah awaits to open it,
And Warning craves it's potent kiss,
Both will be beheld and with
a mighty blow exposed to it,
So powerful yet bold and good
they weep and will not show them it,
At least not when they notice it,
So amazing it can't be held in this
World. But these two shall wield it in spiral swirls.
Thanks and praise from the corners of every sphere,
Sent outward in all directions to all their ears,
Those known and not will steer,
Wether aware or not like we're,
Have faith for a few steps more this year,
and embrace the feast incorporeal.
