Was ever mute watched paper turn to glass.
Communists shifted to the socialite's class.
They have disregarded and forgotten the past.
To our faces they blow gold dust.
A child opened the faucet of hope.
Cultured water took ages as if pumped from the bottom of a slope.
Gurgling and coughing at last! The water came.
Wooden bucket now a steel sink drains away virtues washed off the mans face,lost during the Waiting Game!
It's now,this era,this generation and in this journey that they shall see it fall.
For most,the timeless it will be the omega tribunal.
As for the chosen,whom in dreams manipulate time's logic,shall find normalcy.
Eternal destination of mankind surely is no fallacy.
By M.O.O aka the clocked soul
I hear of pyramids,never seen one in person,but read about them in religion and seen some in films.
Never would my imagination touch the underlying purpose for their existence,at least reality has done that for me.
In every century a disease,virus or plague of some kind hits a village,town or country.
Demise wreaks.
Relative judgement of time and circumstance.
The not so civil world is equally,socioeconomic and politically turmoiled as,City of The Nile.
Tempted to close my file,
I illustrate...age long poxes and viral infections,check.
The tilt above constant in the balance of nature,water and light.
Care free attitude and demeaning of humanity thus infringing of rights,tick.
It makes sense now.
The prophecies are extenuated,all must come to pass.
Only then shall the dynamic world of extremist cease to exist.
Restoration of Divine Light beckons.
M.O.O aka unknown chronicle
Glebe,globe,earth or world name it.
Good,best,bad then worst frame it.
Truth,lie,unknown some mystery,shadow it.
All under one source,heat it.
Them that say truth,preach good,and make the world a better place do so in the light.
Angels rejoice when mankind returns to the Lord in the heat of the day.
True love thrives at the stroke of the morning sun,as rayed ringed bonds shine upon witnesses.
But,then the witnesses engage in slander,wrong,evil and demonic acts.
As the sun withdraws to illuminate the other half of the continent.
Marvel,ponder and decipher why the Creator made it that way?
Then look as the ungodly,tussle and violate peace in the white day.
I find time,time less,meaning, meaning less.
When i watch them worship the moon.
Beguiling them to respect the dark,love pain and embrace fear.
Sun-glosses at the hemisphere.
The atmosphere welcomes the resurrected Son.
He that dwelleth above the sun.
M.O.O aka shadow of light.
