At the epicenter of the Birth.
Reality changed in complex Design.
Time altered for Nations and Man...
The eminence of the Grand Unknown
Graced the Ancient face of a Fleeting Earth.
A thought of Creation...
A dream of an inquisitive inventor.
The Mystic Architect's Sun Rain's
Ethereal Power of modern presents.
At the center of Reality a Birth occurs!
At the start of Recorded time a Man
the word word made flesh Dies....
A creation of blood and bone...
A Soul; the Infinite born...
Nails in wood on a barren stone.
A skull lies from Adam's Reign
Spear pierces the rib...
Blood of righteous flows to suffer creations Pain.
To wash sinful apes of elegant
thoughts in Fountain's floods.
A wound carved by a hateful hand.
All the Grand Schemes come full cycle.
The enigma of master's passing thought.
The Riddle of the ages...
A dream of a sleeping entity.
At the epicenter of his Birth.
Time changed in a complex way.
Realities would never be the same.
A dream of an inventor
A thought of an infant mind of grand time.
Copyright © Jehiel Taylor | Year Posted 2021
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