I thought I heard the songs of revelation (not despicable Saint John’s)
Their beauty is a wisdom that few people begin to be aware of
Yet, I thought I knew of them, before they’re speaking
The burning bush speaks, but first makes symbolic presentations
For the memory of the recipient should undertake to decipher the silent wisdom!
Do you know education in the Ages leading up to the Neanderthals
was passed through telepathic imagery, not even in physical gesticulations
I am immersed in the sorrow of my suffering through an eternity
as much as I am in the happiness of pride in undertaking the sacrifice
Godliness comes from the virtue in breathing in the hardest knuckled ambience
You know how the holy roods were hijacked to backlash-hammer the heads of the righteous by the villains!
But maybe, just maybe, the true treasures were secreted away
to remain inviolate and pure from evil, treacherous hands
There are too many dichotomies in humanity, so you can see why
there must be twelve apostles, much to the chagrin of even Moses!
So, Jesus had twelve apostles, and each one spoke a different language!
How many did James have (apostles I mean), until the Church was
ferreted away from him? Do numbers speak a hidden coded language? Are they a
legacy of Geometer, who reveals so seemingly slowly and, sometimes, suddenly
to educate us? Why is revelation so difficult to obtain that it must be
allegorised in numbers for those who can see, to see? Are the secrets
any more secrets after the rape of the Templars, to be misused by illegitimate
Men and the Church? Am I aware that God is now speaking to the entire billions?!
I write some most meaningful poetry, but I am not aware if anyone is reading it!
But in stating that I’ve thrown away my book, I am not leading myself to the garden of
vacuousness, nor am I aspiring for temporal bequeathals! I just keep maintaining
the fact that forgiveness is granted only to those that deserve it! That has as much bearing as
the weight of my revealed reality put together. It is my personal prerogative, which I will continue to exercise!
I will never forgive the likes of impure alba ANA and pervert pall-bearer PSP! Shame on them if they can’t
get it in their very thick-skinned obtuse heads – that their evil is even more protracted
and exemplified in their capitalising on my revealing everything I think, say and do!
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