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It is Time
- It is Time -
Heed in the midst, these words channeled from upon high!
For in them lie secrets and things bore witness to by gods...
And in the darkness thou shalt behold the lightest of things.
Soon, much that was dreaded shall be brought thence nigh,
And many who art blind, shall so feel the bitterest of rods...
For in ignorance there exists the fire that oft fiercest stings!
I see the soil quaking in places, I feel the waters unstable,
As the cold of winter starts to ebb, and the sun grows hot.
False leaders, false prophets abound, each vowing to save!
And in many there is a darkness, as when Cain slew Abel,
But more evil, for in them is everything wicked in thought.
Countless art the people who wouldst kill with but a wave!
Cain but wanted to please God, and failing that went mad,
But those I speak of, they seek to please only themselves!
Behold all around thee, the world those same hath wrought.
Where the poor suffer, and where children grow ever sad!
Decades of war and strife, of sickness that yet still delves...
Into the bodies of the innocent, a cruel gift by none bought.
And those behind those in power, seek to control the mind,
As conflicts orchestrated abound, and insanity is cultivated.
In every cure a price to be paid, for every peace a new war!
For the tongues that speak loudest art filled with lies, blind,
Seeking only to see the whole of this world fully decimated.
Their acolytes art faithless, their faith is that of but a whore!
When rulers deceive and religions confuse control for truth,
The masses rise up in discontent, some fueled by madmen...
So that one might not know who means good, and who evil.
And in domains unseen, the dead no longer slumber anew...
For their mansions art full and closed to so many is Heaven!
Angels and demons walk in flesh, the very stars art not still.
And we thou once called gods, thou pass and pay no respect,
For we wear thy faces, art thy neighbors, wearing disguises!
We live, we die, we walk hidden among those most familiar.
We seek not to rule, to no positions of power doth we elect...
For we observe, watchers as once of old: the falls, the rises.
But now we must act, for reality's fabric was made peculiar!
It is time, oh brethren, and oh children of the human races...
To cast away all that failed thee, and embrace a new design!
For with clear sight and clear purpose, a new cycle canst be.
Tear down all false idols, and make holy true sacred spaces,
Looking not to those in power and their tyrannical company.
For by my words, thou canst break thy chains and so be free!
Heed in the midst, these words channeled from upon high!
For in them lie secrets and things bore witness to by gods...
And in the darkness thou shalt behold the lightest of things.
Soon, much that was dreaded shall be brought thence nigh,
And many who art blind, shall so feel the bitterest of rods...
For in ignorance there exists the fire that oft fiercest stings!
I see the soil quaking in places, I feel the waters unstable,
As the cold of winter starts to ebb, and the sun grows hot.
False leaders, false prophets abound, each vowing to save!
And in many there is a darkness, as when Cain slew Abel,
But more evil, for in them is everything wicked in thought.
Countless art the people who wouldst kill with but a wave!
Cain but wanted to please God, and failing that went mad,
But those I speak of, they seek to please only themselves!
Behold all around thee, the world those same hath wrought.
Where the poor suffer, and where children grow ever sad!
Decades of war and strife, of sickness that yet still delves...
Into the bodies of the innocent, a cruel gift by none bought.
And those behind those in power, seek to control the mind,
As conflicts orchestrated abound, and insanity is cultivated.
In every cure a price to be paid, for every peace a new war!
For the tongues that speak loudest art filled with lies, blind,
Seeking only to see the whole of this world fully decimated.
Their acolytes art faithless, their faith is that of but a whore!
When rulers deceive and religions confuse control for truth,
The masses rise up in discontent, some fueled by madmen...
So that one might not know who means good, and who evil.
And in domains unseen, the dead no longer slumber anew...
For their mansions art full and closed to so many is Heaven!
Angels and demons walk in flesh, the very stars art not still.
And we thou once called gods, thou pass and pay no respect,
For we wear thy faces, art thy neighbors, wearing disguises!
We live, we die, we walk hidden among those most familiar.
We seek not to rule, to no positions of power doth we elect...
For we observe, watchers as once of old: the falls, the rises.
But now we must act, for reality's fabric was made peculiar!
It is time, oh brethren, and oh children of the human races...
To cast away all that failed thee, and embrace a new design!
For with clear sight and clear purpose, a new cycle canst be.
Tear down all false idols, and make holy true sacred spaces,
Looking not to those in power and their tyrannical company.
For by my words, thou canst break thy chains and so be free!
Published 4th Mar 2021
Author's Note
A vision, a prophecy; words filed with truth and the deepest of feelings... at this point in the course of history and human events. Indeed, for... "It is Time!"
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4th Mar 2021 10:05pm
Ah... I remember your name from back in the day! It is nice to see that you are still writing the same quality dark poetry as you did back then. This comes across as quite an epic, packed full of description and lyrical imagery.
Thank you for sharing.
-M
Thank you for sharing.
-M
4th Mar 2021 10:23pm
Many thanks, M! I am highly honored and quite pleased to see that you remember me and my works fondly. It has been a while, but of late I've taken to writing once again. Many things have inspired me, and for this poem I felt... in the spirit, I suppose the right phrase is... as I penned it. I am glad you like the epic flow of it! I think there are some things that can only be conveyed in such a way, and in this case it all felt very right indeed. It was my pleasure to share! :)
5th Mar 2021 1:49pm
Welcome back, Kara! Glad to see you pop in again with your lovely writings !
7th Mar 2021 00:14am
It is quite wonderful indeed to be back posting my writings again, MadameLavender! I had a lot of strange and very difficult times come upon my life these past couple of years, but through it all I found my inspiration again (it never truly went away, actually)... and have even discovered whole new sources of inspiration. I am so happy you like my works... it makes sharing them truly a pleasure! *Smiles* :)
6th Mar 2021 8:27pm
And the oracles keep coming and we wait for a clarion voice to come on the wind. When? Peace, oral
7th Mar 2021 00:05am
The voice we seek the most fervently always comes from within, my friend... and always when we very least expect it to whisper unto us and awaken us to our true potential, both spiritual and otherwise. My own awakening came many years ago at quite the unexpected time in my life, and ever since then I have been helping others to awaken in turn. Oft people look to the future and ponder what is to come... but with each and every step we take, we are creating the future as we go along. Some seek to create a better world, a brighter tomorrow, whilst others seek to tear the world down entirely. Each has their season, and each person has their own part to play in the shaping of reality as we know it. The winds of fate blow eternally, and there are always voices... such as my own... who call upon it, that others might hear and learn, and in time grow and be able to reach and teach others as well. Each of us has our own unique destiny, and the future contains countless possibilities even though only one of those possibilities can come to pass at any given time. But through heart, spirit, and will we can do much to influence what can come to be... for in every heart there lies a seed waiting to be nurtured, watered, and made to grow into something beautiful. The truly blessed, will always be as this... sometimes they but need someone to bring the water, so that the nurturing can begin. And after that, it can be as simple as: "Be the change you wish to see in the world!" and even the simplest of souls may lead by example and be an inspiration to others. I bring the water to whomever I can, and let those drink of it who may most benefit from it. Sometimes, they bring the water to others... and those who once thirsted, thirst no more.
Peace be unto you as well, Oral!
Peace be unto you as well, Oral!
