A New Age Poem by mark anthony st. rose

The cults are dead! Did you hear what I've said?
The cults are dead! infinity is born,
join the human being in its race to divinity.
Let the light of knowledge be your torch.
Summon the bearers upon the hill,
the prophets, the messiahs, the child savior;
who knows the most among them all,
who stands on the precipice before the fall,
who romances Heaven in daily delight,
the child: Yes, the child is the one bearing the light.

Follow him and you will not be lost,
let each man find the deeper meaning of the cross;
the burdens, the burnings of body, its sensations,
immerse yourself in the spirit's elations.

Immerse yourself in the spirit's elations.
Again I say, the cults are dead, infinity is finally born.




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