You obfuscate these events as if somehow
You have been given pontiffical judgement
Might I ask where your source of blaspheme comes
and coronates you, evolutions Incubus
Perfidation…. is the inevitable consequence
When Sun touches down…..for its epilogue
You suddenly realize….Science had it wrong
And looking up….from your dark black hole
All you see is space an’ for the very first time
You wonder what or Who- made this happen
Arrogance an’obfuscation no longer sequitur
Judgement now becomes you…..and so I ask
What you think it will cost…to save your Soul
After, once……you’ve ‘Crossed over Rubicon’
More than catharsis to earn yo’r redemption
More than a plea……to secure your salvation
Nothing less….than your point of submission
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Frank James Ryan Jr.
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