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An ocean's depth lies between The Georgia Guidestones 
and England's Salisbury Plains, where Stonehenge stands.
Though they appear on different continents, they share
mysterious secrets that have never quite been explained.

Were they erected as a cryptic message for all of mankind,
or esoteric giants raised on earth, new or eons of years ago?
Commissioned by modern man or the hierarchy of occult?
Vertical, they stand, monoliths in fields of space and time,

Silent are the henges, forged in history, draped in moss
circular in shape, one age old set encircling the other. 
Praised as an archaeological wonder, aligning with the sun,
a healing place or time's gateway used by priest and Druids?

The Georgian stones appear to me as a set of double doors,
Inscribed on their surfaces are lines of grave warning and laws.
heralding "truth, beauty and love, passion faith and tradition." 
One distinct language, and a guide limiting world population.

Perhaps Stonehenge is just a monument to the dead, but that's
not the simple minded perception that rolls around in my head.
I believe there's something more significant to the ancient stones
that we can only conceive if the Druids want it made known.


November 27, 2021
Georgehenge Stone Cold Minds Reflect Contest
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