Sward Of Ages Poem by Ebi Robert
Sward Of Ages
Sun stand still
and listen to me.
Seven trumpets of seven shout, stones decrease
Hand shut heaven, new heaven receive.
No blind face deceive
No bright face receive
Gone with good absolute degree
Rest receives sacred sperm
Four thousand bags survive
Gentle gentiles too subscribe
For sacred serpent do prescript
Virgin blood list of license
True tree bloodline estate
sward seals for the state
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4/24/2024 1:19:30 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Very deep my friend..the inner meaning has a lot of signifance..Swards never live..nor do they die...