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Prophet, Prophecy, and Gift

- Prophet, Prophecy, and Gift -

Vision I – The Storm

So many are constrained, in every land and nation,
Knowing not of freedom, nor of love's sweet elation.
Look on within thy heart, and the root of it appears,
We are the authors of all our woes and all our fears.
But a new dawn is coming, and from the land to sea,
Love will have its' blessed hour, and all shall be free!

Man can be a prideful beast, assuming many things…
Appointing himself above his station, in virtue’s name!
But we were there when man had yet no mortal kings,
And I beheld, all that brings man so very much shame.
Preach not to me, oh children, lest you walk as I do…
Sing not the songs of those who revere dogma and lie.
What cometh soon is not of man; oh what shall ensue,
As when the Elder Gods awoke the Ancients to deny!
Many signs have come to pass, and many still will fall,
Before the gate is opened wide and the hidden shown.
Our masks shall be cast off, and heard will be the call,
In the storm’s midst, when loudest a wind must moan!
Some have heard already, and awoken to their spirits,
Whilst others slumber in hope to hear not the sound…
But when the breeze reaches where complacency sits,
Everyone will awaken as if all risen from underground.
No more illusions then, shall separate men and gods…
And all who walk unseen shall be revealed, as by light.
For but a space, many will put down sword and rods!
The toll of mortal pride will be exacted by gift of sight.

Vision II – The Judgment

So many are constrained, in every land and nation,
Knowing not of freedom, nor of love's sweet elation.
Look on within thy heart, and the root of it appears,
We are the authors of all our woes and all our fears.
But a new dawn is coming, and from the land to sea,
Love will have its' blessed hour, and all shall be free!

A judgment hath been passed and not by any judge…
Whilst those who govern mislead: and are also misled.
But those who judge not shall be freed of any grudge,
Even when the most sacred land’s water hath run red.
The stains of intolerance shall fade away in new rain…
When naked eyes, see that which lies in hidden hearts.
Those looking down on others will know others’ pain,
And the secrets of angels will be seen, in earthly parts.
Some will try to blind themselves as when Atlantis fell,
Proclaiming safety for the wicked, and salvation dead.
Believing to know the worth of Heaven, and of Hell…
Those who preached damnation will suffer their dread.
The signs that came, that come, and that are imminent,
Will be revealed in all the works and arts of this age…
Even as the leaders of men, offer a false enlightenment!
Seek ye after truths hid deep in fictions clever to stage.
In the company of angels, I heard of what is to pass…
And saw the androgynous nature of pure love, set free.
The flesh of man is a thin disguise, transparent as glass,
But souls wither not as grass, being sturdy as any tree.

Vision III – The Season

So many are constrained, in every land and nation,
Knowing not of freedom, nor of love's sweet elation.
Look on within thy heart, and the root of it appears,
We are the authors of all our woes and all our fears.
But a new dawn is coming, and from the land to sea,
Love will have its' blessed hour, and all shall be free!

Words are merely tools to communicate higher ideas…
But some concepts cannot be spoken of in such a way.
Just as the most profound wisdom, is deep as the seas,
The truths behind my words will shine as bright as day.
But not for those who seek to understand with the eye,
Save that eye which is gifted to all, but only some use…
That same: which only wise mystics, would never deny.
With such perception, any sight can pierce flesh’s ruse!
Similarly, the limitations of words can be transcended…
And so I speak plainly, knowing I shall be understood.
Dark is prophecy, prophet, and gift when commanded,
To show what lies hid beneath a divine cowl and hood.
A winter snow must fall ere spring’s seeds bear the life,
Which gives birth to the new summer of future cycles…
And soon shall come such a time, an end to bitter strife.
Fill thy heart with hope, for the melting of colder icicles!
The season of blood red flowers passes like sad dream,
Whilst the seeds of peace, are planted in kindly souls…
Soon cometh new flowers that are more than they seem.
Love finds its’ way, when compassion’s hour consoles!
Written by Kou_Indigo (Karam L. Parveen-Ashton)
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