It is a dream for those who are in deep asleep
a nightmare for those who are in distress yet awake
a future to look upon, behold, hope to keep
in blank distance, it is written, for those who seek;
Twelve full moons, a conjectures of earthly charm
sons and daughters, on raise, to reach the promise land
verdict of the ancient one: protection or harm
thus, holy books and sacred writings always at hand;
Signs and symbols, birth of gods and goddesses, though
woven emotions, unto the concept reasons -
the longing, alas, conflict of wonders and awe
across eternity, knitted puzzle, man's wills;
Fools and wise alike, prostituted religion
Birth to death, it is, just but of no conclusion.
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