Of a discerning voice,
on knees bloodied from
sweat-drenched suppliance,
Prophets, Oracles, and Warriors,
indifferent to the hyperbolic
wordage of
boozehounds,
YouTube prophets,
religious money-grubbers,
and all raggedy-ass miscreants
seeking an ageless foretell, hidden
within archaic tombs, foreshadowing
perpetuities revolutionary paradigm and
the promised restoration of all things…
.
Faultless in everlasting efficacy,
Truth and Wisdom remain enigmatic.
.
Cosseted in ancient parchments,
(where curling temperament
extracts boundaries from
the token appearance
of refinement or
wolfish lunacy)
SAVANT revolves
out to resist
a New Ager’s blather,
and all shadowed theories
left abandoned from convoluted
religious dogma amidst the declination
of all things human.
.
Here,
at EArThS
fated conclusion,
the ancient principalities
(Baal, Ashtoreth, and Molech)
once again corrupt man’s image,
the discontented and spiritually dead,
broadcasting seeds of human perversity
as the tentacles of deception join together,
and in one accord, liars and smiley-faces
initiate the final insurrection against
the Most High God….
These are the same
disease-minded reprobates
who will, with open arms, hail
the coming global autocrat, and the
seven kings that will grovel at his footstool….
.
In piercing proclivity,
prostrate and groaning,
in sweat-drenched petition,
The BRIDE cries (herself) to sleep.
Waiting for the groom to come knocking,
She ploughs unyielding fields,
agonizing and fertilizing,
HOPE distributing seeds in
anticipation of a glorious harvest,
and that very moment of translation,
when the perishable will put on imperishable,
and tears will be dried up, and the passing of night
will forever be swallowed up in the all-consuming
LIGHT of ETERNAL TRUTH.
.
© richard lloyd cederberg
2025
A NEW RACE OF HuMANS