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Eleven nineteen, nine met to be we.
Intentions meant right, but the left did see,
The Nine did meet and they met... to Be.
Juliet you can bet in the Julian sea.
Juliet you can bet, is a poet called She.

To the Knights She writes in the
digital lights, to the Knights She writes
a pixel.lingo, to the Knights She rights,
a sound of Bingo!Ping O' the bing sings.
Just SO.

Indian.Sang and the sound went Again,
Temples were built to remind us then.

Etch and sketch, the message of One,
Stone by stone was laid in the sun.

There's a Time to come, it's written here.
Fields are showing what the evenings bare.

Books were altered to give us a scare.
Meanings were changed and lost were the dear.
Best they could the Monks did here.
Translations lost, despite their care.
Be A ware, not beware. Love is here.
Just see it there. Time is coming.
We need to be clear.

The code is LOVE, nothing less my dear.
Best they could the Monks did here.
Know they would, defend our lands,
Know they did, guard our plans.
Secrecy can sometimes be,
A matter, of mistaken identity.


For the Four you fear, another Four hear.
For the stories untold, the Five shine gold.
Four days from today, the knowledge flows.
ADD, one more to know.

ETA is what it might say. Then One
of a month and 13 days, from the day.
Half a clock to complete the Way.

~2 short 4, is that what was said?
there's a mighty long database,
living in my head.
A summer.iCing crystal
called EVenRed... can you read?
That's EV.nerd. ;)

Then finding blue, the two became
You, and you, and you too.

In a spiraling Wind, we'll be here again.
X marks a spot, on the twin of a TEN

.... my work is fictional. ;)

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