When all around became desolation
and one thing fed into
another ,
the transformation of the soul ,
and revelation of the Pneuma .
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I witnessed three unholy princes ,
at once they devoured each other .
Then in flaming cauldron of light ,
were consumed by flaming
fire .
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Saved thrice by a ghostly goddess ,
the Moon beneath her feet ,
I was delivered by codes and numbers ,
then reunited by her seat .
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The distorted dragon who murders ,
makes charge innocence with crime .
Condemned itself to an endless night ,
this where it would endless lie  .
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Then I saw The Hall of Vibration ,
a most melodious singing
choir .
Touched the hem of His sweet garment ,
the glory of Jehovah .

whithersoever thou goeth, Mine pneuma shalt follow.
In the eve where I shalt be, I'll be in the crypt of saint's, a seraphic place, where there's a pinpoint of light to engulf mine glowing face. I shalt leaveth thee an otherworldly trace, where third world grace is placed upon thine head. I shalt be living; not dead. Do not angst nor fret: I'm here mine pet. Followeth the scent of white roses I shalt leaveth thee: the petal's shalt gleam in stream's of everlasting life. Mine soulmate, mine wife, if tomorrow doth not arriveth for me; remember this life's just a passing to ourn eternal loving reality. Dear Jane, mine sweet.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication ( Filipino rose)