Mayans no one ever found...
An Isle named Easter, eggs all around
So many pasts changed and unfocused...
'Til Gods' only Begotten awoke us...
How many times? How many crosses?
One Son betwixt these time vortex tosses
Just ask me, a witness, of time out of place
This time is All Time girded firmly to space.
Each tampering added one future more,
Gods Son gave His blood on crosses galore.
Those thieves of the webbing of time,
Trampled and vandalled each vine.
Willfull disdain of Gods Sacred Law,
Not a care to one who remembered and saw.
Just ask me, a witness, of time out of space
This time is All Time girded in place
Brothers, carefully ledger the time ebb and flow
Open your heart, if you want to grow
Do what thou wilt? Now comes will a fee
God knows us all ways...and whens, they will see
Butterfly kisses, deeply felt wishes
Whales are Gods' helpful satellite dishes
By TM Tait
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