to land without a king,i had a vision of this,
ahead in the crowd of misfits and killers.
i felt a vibration unlike those of my others,
a white sword of fire and the voice of the thriller.
he spoke and shook the very foundation,
of all other love set civilizations,
the words and way he spoke were many in fact,
yet it was was done in a single spoked act,
the names uttered, the conscious felt,
was it this day i was called from the shelf,
uttered through centuries and eons of love,
your name has been chosen, come forth, you are one.
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