This liminal space
where she glides through the light
not a beat does she miss
her winged eyes all a sight
for all to see in the heavens above
as they tell you
no, no, there is nothing beyond
she delves deep in their souls
finding nothing but a mutter
they repeat life ever after
as they cling to their terra
a fright in the dark of night
where the light should shine brightest
just a dark hole as the peer within
"no fear in sight
where it is dark is not always night
and where it is night it is not always dark
if you follow Truth
it's always Gods right"
she whispered out loud to those that could hear
though the rumble of the current
of her river Styx
Inshallah
to most this means nothing
as they open the Marialogical door on the 1st of the year
the Julian way
then down the road of January lets say
the 29th
and in that dark moon night
the snake is released
later this year the universal church erases the mother
under the tent in the month
of Our Lady of Sorrows
The true bishop of Rome hidden away as per the old days, we follow this way, the hearth lit oil a light for days and nights
and then one day
people woke to the real fright
humans on earth
no forgiveness in sight
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