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A Prophecy of the Unheard Son

Fortune, fortune…fortunate son of prophecy

Preaches his sermon to the masses of relentless ones

A boy child with blond dusty hair, big bulging blue eyes with fair complexion stands by

Listening to the sermonizer as he delivers his powerful words of peaceful kindness

A kingly man speaks ******* as the statements shift forward in a timely matter

Plains of destructive aftermaths, horizons of thronged hysteria

Captivates the surroundings, laying in the background like plagues in biblical portions

“Raise my son, this is the day we shall rise and go onward... the time is now to rebuild”

States the preacher’s blessed father as he be troves his scriptures with tightened grip

 

Child becomes man that very day, setting forth his striving ambitions

Letting go of his childhood memories with a fight to change what once went wrong

Standing in the darkest hour of his destiny, he becomes tame with greater conviction

It will be no easy task knows the boy; he will set forth with courageous tidings

Bravery will stand the test of time, witnessing the spiritual uplifting momentums

 

Kingly man stands in the way of his convictions, for he is a self loather

Built to the hilt in muscle and stubbornness filling his belt buckle

His abilities hold him from ever knowing life’s greatest mysteries

Diabolically he counts the steps of world ********** standing taller than any man before him

But it is he who will be overran by Prophetic Son of the Holy Spirit

 

The land as far as any man can see lay in grey ****** rubble

Ambiance of ash strewn clouds fogged the earth’s surface

Causing transportive means to get choked out, shutting down the crossroads of societies

However to the man child, who stood the chance of defeat. Saw nothing of this sort

He looked out onto the existing landscape and saw roadways paved of solid gold

Trees blooming with fully bloomed cherry blossoms, and fields of floral arrangements

The king did not like anything of the sort, so he tried and tried to foil the rehabilitation

Of the groves of smiling girls and playful boys while the elders cheerfully applaud

However the kingly man became overrun by the source of his own allegations

Turned the cheek and gave way to the man who once was a child, the day stays brighter

on the other side of reality looked around to adore what you have set before your very own eyeful delight

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aiden-l-k-riverstone
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Published
Apr 21, 2010
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©Aiden L K Riverstone

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