A Letter From the Ancient

Dear Future Resident I’m that old man of the old Writing from the old times What I heard from the old, What I saw in my time, And what I foresee in your times And the times yet to come; Old indeed, upon the grey rock I seat By the edge of hills under the fig tree… A man was here.. A man shall be there… A man of both our ages and all the ages Not only them, but only Him Indeed he knows from all the ages And sees from edge to edge He walked upon our world without curse So great a rejection did he achieve, so little an attention did he receive Behold the day of our days, could not hold him Our night also…. And the times will be so as of the ancient The day of your days will not hold him Your night also….. Please bear for him Prepare yourself and prepare yourselves… Upon the name II , For the same numeral holds for all; That is to say; Second coming of the first First born of all ages. Yours Ancient Resident