The Birth Of Two Kings Poem by Kazayan Raawban

You made the decision...
Power
grants you the choice...
Infinite spirit,
son,
fore-father,
forever bordered
in blue...
Received life
a trifling
milisecond
before the
400 million frozen
at rest,
but i fought,
and i believed,
swimming the Nile
amongst the
water reeds
towards a
destiny
that i desparetly
needed to achieve...
Realistically, the
entire epic is chosen
wholistically,
manufactured
by the sentient
intelligence
behind the laughter...
factored to facilitate
growth...

So you chose them...
Inconcievable,
what you could have
seen,
14 million spirit-years
in between...
your exsistence
is a light beam,
self-destinied,
brilliantly bright Being...
Critically connected
star-child supreme,
God of the
galaxy
protected,
Projected through the Milky Way
stream like semen
to the
hymen seam...
you are a blessing
unto me...
Walls divided
time and space,
now wasted
as soon as the first
oxygen molecule
is tasted...

During the harsh
birth,
the girl,
14 summers young yet,
wondering...
could things get
any worse?
Just when the nurse says,
'Twins! '
So she shipped them
to an
Angel
who lived in the
Enchanted Mountain,
where they
sprouted wings
and learned to fly,
trained to stay high,
falling through the sky...
Trust is their guidance,
stardust and moonlight...
Equipped with the optics
to analyze
and decide,
resembling Kings...
taught to be
keen of eye while remaining
unseen...
Cautiously
treading,
anticipating the Wedding...
the Virgin has reached
her blood-letting...
full maturity ready...
function...
surgical steel...
steady...