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Authorâs note: for a while now, I have been compiling a Scripture According To Shadows. I write pieces that are based on the Holy Bible. My book is not meant to replace the bible, but to highlight some messages I think the bible is trying to communicate. The piece below is a prologue coming late. Apologies.
INTRODUCING THE SON
Narrator, in a deep voice:
In the modern day land of myth and legend
Narrator now raises hands and high-pitches voice dramatically:
Heads duck as lightning sparks fly generously
Peopleâs and monstersâ alike
They scream fear and horror
Like babies on beds of pins and needles
They run and tumble
As mountains crack and ocean waves hit
Chaos graces the day
Narrator now exits
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Seeing him descending mildly
Youâll never know he is the cause
Of the apocalypse happening below
This dove gliding smoothly
Has his focus on the humans
Not those spirits and forces of legend
Not the powers unseen and terrifying
But these tumbling fumbling mortals
Parading aimlessly the surface
Of this small round planet
Bloody bloodied ants without a queen
He deals in strange ways this one
He doesnât wear shiny clothes and blings
That advertise his wealth or power
And doesnât strut around with stooges or paparazzo
We have searched for him all over
Google, Facebook, Twitter and all
Well, maybe he runs a bitcoin account
He is perfectly stealthy this one
He hides in plain sight
Yet cannot be hidden
He is so plain in intent
Yet holds scary secrets
Average-sized friendly neighbourhood mortal by day
Super-sized scary mysterious force by night
He sees the shades of reality
Samples all states of matter
From the 2-dimensional
Through all physical
Through the psychological
Downright to the spiritual
He breezes through dimensions all at once
And he does all these without the aid of technology
He can manipulate forms of matter
Commanding the weather is the least
Of tricks heâs got in his toolbox
He can bend the minds of men
Without having to select the most suggestible subjects
He can bend even the intelligence of those ancient spirits
Without these victims knowing they are under hypnosis
And heâll still get home in time for moonlight dinner
All in an 8-hour day job
Fear this one who wrecks critics
Without even packing a âmatic
He takes down whole schools of philosophy
Without a blast or lead
And when heâs done arguing
He straightens some bent bones
Or raises some corpse
For a cherry on top
Heâs just totally lovinâ ân rockinâ
As regular-looking as he is unusual
He rolls with both high and low
Yet not rude or caustic just to prove a point
He blends well into social functions
As well as solitary places and forests
And though he soars in abstracts thoughts
He is also downright realistic
And even dabbles into politics
Not like those monk-y philosophers
Who constantly live in the heavens
Unminding the nation is at brink of collapse
Or those philosophers with their own agendas
Who trade their worth in sincerity
For a glass of power and vodka
Whoâd think the foundation of this manâs life
Was just love for humanity
Catered for the battered, tattered and shattered
Empathic with the sick, weak and bleak
Lightened the blackened, lacking and darkened
And in that same spirit with which he comforts
He deals with the darkness that rules souls and nations
And for a coup de gras
He crosses over the threshold of humanity
Through dying and takes on the enemy territory
Totally razing the zone
To the point of no comeback for the enemy
He blends in with the citizens of hades
Breaks through the rocky strongholds of Belial
Walks over the raging waters of the Leviathan
Takes the winds out and choking the Lucifer
To carry out a fatality strike on the Satan with the flaming sword
He now carts away the sacred treasures
It is like a scene out of an epic
He now leaves gehenna
Coming back to earth to distribute gifts
To those who all their lives
Have been wasting and impoverished
Oh, he still walks around today alright
Having achieved the status of a true IMMORTAL
Hiding in plain sight
Keeping it real all the way
No, not in the steeples of the cathedrals
Or the big offering boxes at sermons
He doesnât bathe with the Holy Water
Or rub Anointing Oil on his skin
He is out and in everywhereâŚ
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