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The Wayfarer and the Thirteen Kingdoms Part 3

The thirteenth kingdom says that he is the word so great Born from the king of kings, who gave his dear son a mandate To enter the world the word formed as it is his fate The word received glory before he left through heaven’s gate And entered the flowing waters to quench the powers Especially their flaming and chaotic desires But the kingless generation, those children above the stars of night Whispers that the invisible light chose him to enter the chaos and plight Chose him from all the eternal realms, to carry five seals of insight In him was the seed of gnosis, to grow and know the truth and light “Out of a foreign air and realm, the sun of life appeared in our midst Christ, the son, chose us to shine in the Pleroma, out of the mist”

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