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The world is Full of turmoil,
The First and second are pleased,
For the First leads to the Second,
their names are Conquest and War,
They lead the world to it's end,
And man shall walk no more,
but who's to say that's how it'll happen,
really, how shall we know,
Some say it shall end with Fifty Eight,
Which adds up to Thirteen
Another name for Fifty eight is Fort Four.
Which Change he brings, other hate.
Travel farther back and then you get,
A Frenchman, who peered into water,
And as water is Fluid, so it Changes,
and saw he Two futures of the end,
One is rather not and end,
but a beginning,
the other is rather opposite,
and rather grim.
Farther back still you reach Eire,
Who orthodox rules,
They say all who Sin will Burn in Fire,
Despite their lord knew of a loop,
He said that punishment is not eternal,
but rather varying,
those who kill shall burn on brim,
those who steal, short pain awaits,
They say man shall end with three beasts
four horsemen, seven seals, seven horns,
the world's fate is in a palm,
yet the palm's man makes no sense,
How can a man Transcend the rules,
of a game he Created,
why add so much Pain to the game,
when he can Easily stop it,
Why make these Rules,
then allow them to be Broken,
and what's worse is to Smite those,
who You let break the Codes,
And our Journey goes farther back,
and slightly East,
to a land before this twisted man,
was Copied in the first place,
This place is nice, but will Fall,
yet they pictured it Differently,
to them, Hell was Cold,
and and Ice the Devil's Blade,
The Mother was to Freeze,
and all her children,
for to them, She was precious,
not the case Anymore,
Whether or not it shall End,
I cannot say,
Whether by Fifty Eight, Seven
Fire, Ice, it doesn't Matter
All I Believe is,
That We have a Role in this game,
As one said "All the World is a Stage"
And we can Burn the Stage . . .
Or we can rebuild it.
- by Hibou et loup |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/17/2009 |
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- Title: A Journey Through Time and End
- Artist: Hibou et loup
- Description: A work that I thought up during one of my nights that was seemingly everlasting due to insomnia. It is slightly long, and I apologize for the time taken to read it, I do hope that it is worth your while.
- Date: 01/17/2009
- Tags: poem potrey time
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- Bitte Orca - 01/24/2009
- confused
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- NakedJack - 01/23/2009
- The 44 and 58 reference is over my head. Also I don't know the french prophet you speak of. Wonderful poem, I'd like to see more meaningful poems such as this on gaia but I think thats wishful thinking.
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