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Cobwebs and Nettings

Most doorways of life are castoffs of trails,
Leading to lands that were once unknown ;
To some pioneers looking for home.
Finding that the grass was not greener as
supposed,
For the meanness of mankind can inflame a
tranquil land;
Creating a vortex of misbegotten plans of
ancient ruins.
Found once again by future man who assumes it
is a lost treasure,

Leading to a key unlocking a glyph that may
reveal some relief;
About some cure for the disease that spreads
into mans souls.

There are cobwebs and spiders nestled in edges
of mans skin,
Causing fishermen of men to cast multicolored
nets made of fools gold;
Anglers looking for cracks to hook the
unknowing.
Faces of demons reeling and playing a violins
dance,
Perchance to sway an incurable desire that
never tires of taking others;
While brothers and sisters, sons and daughters
rush to his altar of lead.
There are angels walking in the open planes as
nations shepherds run amuck,
Flocks of sheep bleating for a bread moldy and
dry from disuse;
Prophets of peace and doom walk hand in hand
missing the plane truth.

For there are soldiers of white linen dressed for
the day when swords are turned to plow shears,
Words spun into gold as bold letters from
Galilee once again shake the skies as the host of
heaven conclude;
An everlasting song delivered when Mary and
Joseph paid taxes along the way.
Kings searched to destroy the throne created
before the world began,
A quiet shaking has begun as money becomes
Amero dollars pun;
Upsetting another rendezvous when the
revolution of 1776 becomes part of revelations
clue.
A soft drum of hope beats from an eternal heart
surrounding by the ark of the covenant,
Dispelled from heaven: now the final twelve
await their return to King Solomon's Temple;
Repeating :" Behold, I see the heavens opened ,
and the Son of man standing on the right hand
of God".

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