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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