12-12-12
What a great day here do I behold!
Twelve-Twelve-Twelve
An unusual day of a lifetime accuracy
With significant multiples of twelve
A purposed twelve numeral by God
Twelve sons of Jacob,
Twelve tribes of Israel,
Twelve apostles of the lamb
This accurate day never was witnessed
Will I see thee again?
Till sepulcher sleep thou art gone forever.
never can thou add to it a bit.
Clock keeps calculating day and night
Twelve ampersand twelve equals twenty-four
The response is “thy days are numbered”
And my heart saw God’s law.
Like the wisest richest king Solomon
The foolish one keeps chasing the wind
Why then had I become wise?
Sepulcher sleep at hand
Copyright © Adeniji Toluwalope Gideon | Year Posted 2016
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