The Sprigs And Spirit Of Sistine -6
You see me turned
ensconced in my prophecy
my lips murmuring with soft speed
and you wonder what it is that I seek to say,
for I have wept on the road from Babylon
foreseen the rebuilding of the temple
the phoenix of Jeruselum and the star of the Savior,
the tribe of Judah pays attention to my announcements,
I feel warm and wise in my fire orange and thick jade coverings,
the geniuses behind me wait anxiously for my words,
"Not by might, nor by power, but through my spirit..."
I am Zechariah, the zephyr of Trinity's twilight...
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