If I could remember a land that was
as warm as a cherry-tree, but not red
alone, and never dead! But rainbows
of every hue, cascading over mountains
and streams, and valleys meant to be the
receptacles of fecund civilisations. Civilisations
that basked in advancement while also
honouring their rusticity! The childhood laughter
rang in its alleys, like those starships flying in its skies;
Like photo albums that carried dignity, integrity
and valour in the glory of a Sun who was foster, and
played its laughter and music in Virgo and Aries, so sublime;
and cradled in the protection of Jupiter!
You know, as always was the case! The Sethians
proceed to pursue everything that belongs to
Osiris and Horus! So, what is magnifiedly seen
by envious eyes that hasten to fall upon a glory
like the wickedest acid rain, and render, in its
infiltration and castration, childlike beauty to a puerile cruelty!
Must destiny see such corruption, poison again
and again; where the vestiges of dignity are so
impaled by stakes of evil! So that innocence is deceived and laid to waste!
And this land is marauded by the unwelcome sea.
And there is war, and there is catastrophe!
Mother taken from son, and son taken from father!
And daughters no longer Amazonite Viragos, but Eves
trapped in the temptation of sin! So, should I, after all
these long aeons; eras distanced from memory by time,
persevere to pursue Mars again or further look ahead to Venus!
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