Born in a manner once thought a curse,
Cord around neck nearly needing a hearse.
Last breath whistled a song to universe,
Ripping a contract from devils’ purse,
Marking agreement null and void,
Travelling through the multiverse,
Bending space and time.
Cord is cut, child slapped by nurse - Eyes
Bloodshot, mouth blue and pasty- screams
On mother’s chest child lay alert,
In the corner a darkness lurk.
An old soul born into a world beguiled,
Human compassion filed,
A strange and curious observer child.
An ascension virus in disguise,
Tasked to sort the truth and lies,
With thyne own eyes.
After hearing earthly cries,
Child dove into the hell trove,
from the highest skies,
To rescue humans from demise.
Child dove from highest skies
To unlock the prism prison hidden in
Mission wrought with torrential sacrifice.
Knowledge at a price,
The once knowing, now broken and
Societal programming causing innocent
To be abused,
Internal knowing roused.
The ancient one lead to break,
Scattering that which is fake,
2 souls of a single mind at stake,
Neutrality both must fate,
A DNA bridge is a make,
For humanity to wake.
--Marie Moldovan ©️ 2020
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