All ye who grieve reveal thyself not
For the crux of a journey is the end,
Reads the signage of the halcyon Ground.
Here we stood cushioned by the tinting Leaves with uneven gusts of uneaten Fruits. Today, I come here to observe my Future abode. This is where I place my Faith of Worship. Not just I.
Deluded multitudes before, after and Now.
A fine promise. A just sacrifice of now
For an uncertain dollar.
We were just visitors, the hosts Unprepared, failed to sheath the truth.
We had thought where we came from Was cold,
We shivered till we came across a second Signage,
Enter when ye don’t recognise thy Shadow.
We related, grimaced and walked Further.
A sage barefooted stood chanting quiet Truths on the bleeding thorns.
We offered boots only to be pitied by Him.
Mildly bewildered, we were swooped into A reverie of sorts by…
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