I am an ancient child, it seems
Light years ahead of the past
Apprehensive of memories
Floating past reason but too vivid
To dismiss the remembrance
Of victory and substance
Fractured images eclipsing conscious thought
Mostly hidden by earth’s time of darkness
Clips of battles fought then
Echos battles fought now
But deciphering current differences in
Earth’s children, moving closer to destruction
Humanity has lost it’s virginity
Of peace with it’s God
Men, following a mindless agenda
Anticipating enlightenment of
Freedom, from what? from who?
Drawn closer to enticing mirages of peace
Of Pro Life, Pro Choice, benefit marches
Preaching that life is better because of
Secular choices but yet being deceived still
By the Lie, that any choice other than choosing
The Heavenly direction attains emancipation
Of responsibility to spiritual commandments
Who then, understands the rules of brutal war
That choices stem from either good or evil, and that
Populaces choosing the world’s agenda
Are unaware of the spiritual consequences
That eternal death is the ultimate goal in this
Very end of times…
The Holy Wind calls in its silent journey
Racing across the land, filtering in and out of lives
Summoning ancient children, calling out
To those that can hear and respond
That their hearts will embrace what it should
And know it has a truer Lover…
01.23.11
