The Cycles Will End

Circles and Circles and Circles go on, And yet to the end. For as a shepherd walked and lay his son To strike him on the bed The goat was given, temporarily But the Lamb was waiting, soon to be. And like as such, many brother’s betrayal Will lead kings rank for him younger than Abel. And in accordance, the soon King would bring. And in like way, the sun will rise, And after day the moon will rise Again and again and again. The circles go on and on, but only for a close, For as time moves forth the spiral will end With gory shrieks and cries and bright-lit skies Glory, wholly to the King, till whom we all repose. But till sight is given to men, all men will do as they do. Good men will die and live again to see the world construe The good. This too will end upon the light of He who rose: The sight from He who chose, the mind of He who knows; This mystery, known all history, will be wicked’s final blow.