I am the past - reticent
ensnared in the sepulchre of time
I am the great forebodings of today
and the mystery I enshroud
drives to foolery the wisest
I am neither dead no existent
I am hope in its prime
only God bears what i say
I am of nature- proud
and in the hearts of men i rest
I am the prophet's predictions
I am the riddle of today
I am the genesis and revelations
And the middle of the way
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