THE TALE (PART1) Long ago it was foretold, through the ancient annuals of old, That one would come, unknown to any, not even the one, A crises began, of untold measure, not one glorious pleasure, Promised he was, a job to do, the greatest gift, was me and you, A kingdom he built, white, as snow, to vast for anyone to behold, Eons came, and eons went, but, not a wasted moment spent, Tireless, was he, just a hard worker for you, and for me. They mocked, they laughed, They gasped, they toated, like a ship in a desert, they, even doubted, The days came, and the days went, for those whose time, was not even, leant, A god laughed at by those around him, why this by souls surround them, A real view of what was to come, a dream, a vision, and even a son, Rest in peace they said, when he was done, sleep well old great one, You need not return for your day is done, not one single day, day of fun, I walked away, from, a time well spent, tattered, and torn my cloak badly rint, Needed no longer, my soul did linger, but, nary did I, point a bad finger, Imagine a race, caught up in the chase, creator left behind, nought nary a sign, Eons came and went, a wife, son, and grandson spent, laughter at an old man bent, Yes time, infinite, time grand, control of command, the race did stand, Perpetual were made, the annuals of time, reasoned to continue, twas not a crime, Creation went on, creator too, creating new realms, no one could view, Safe, he was, silent he be, he became a foundation, for a family tree, but, forgotten was he, the architect, of creation, which was you, and was me, Now came a day when a crises occurred, the black panther, the creator nary heard, He built it, caretaker he was, but, never seen again, not even, because, Nobody needed him, it was perpetual, inferred, build on, build on, it never occurred, Design was stolen, magic the son was a rolling, pleasure to be full in, Forgotten, the evil, which did exist, cast down to a place, no one new exist, This planet was built in the forbidden zone, a place warned by him to leave alone, Nevertheless, Earth, it did become, a planet to build leaders for the great beyond, Satan and friends did lie in in wait, for those whose memory was weakened and faint, Asleep, in the jungle, the old panther, did snuggle, ready to waken, for just such a bungle, for time repeats itself, for that book was written, and stored on a shelf, Risen above all, in Universal Realm, Grandpa did rest, still full of zest, for his was/is the best, of the great, and loved are hs offspring, very, very, well blessed, I awoke, the HOLY GHOST; THE HOLY TRINITY, for just an event you see, Creator/Owner, UNIIVERSAL GOD, a longer is he, just a loner, is he Forgotten, but not gone, wise he is to what went wrong, it did not take him long, Legend had come, a red moon, in succession of four, it would spell doom, for the bride, and for the groom, He is here, to repair, his sons damage, to defeat evil, to give good the advantage, Now as his time grows short, his work done, without a retort, or a report, He answers to none, for he is the one, not the father/son in one, his job is done, Grandpa, the CRIMSON KNIGHT, who came down to battle for is right, the heavenly holy light, He lives in darkness, as only he can do, and lives in the light, no one not, even, you, Walks in fire, under water too, on top or bottom, no matter, too you, Lives in a body like me and like you, but, bound by covenant, before heaven sent, Sraighten out this mess, for we cannot do, this a job we have left up to you.
Posted on: Thu, 16 Oct 2014 03:54:36 +0000
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