We begin where we end
A declaration of sorts
With nothing clarified or explained
Except for the connection
The divine source
Divine frequency
Intersecting statements
Lead to a question
Comical in nature
Goofy indeed
Hephaistos or Vulcan
The workers in brass
Forgers from the flame
The ball and cane
While snakes of the underworld
Require room to proceed
A broad and vexing conundrum
As the time hits omega
At the end will be a cross
Nimrod, Nanna and beelzebub present
Then a possessed pause
And the beginning again

The fenced door
Through which the double humped camel walks
Voiceless sounds clubbing the head of targeted game
Horned beast emerging

The cross is cut and pegged into the ground

Grab the snake
Possessed
And divided
Father of the gods, the great tower
Lord of the flies
Hierarchy of the underworld
And the end gives way to the beginning

Saxons bring vengeance
For it is the year of red

Ba’al hears
A slashed link
Separated by great Margin

Owned is the lower
For the broken is never crossed
Forced to state the old and divided
Becomes a long separation
The peg hooks into the soil
Leaving nothing but parted eyes
A great mystery
For the feast of the quails begins in the fields of Aaru
While the snake’s head guards the gated house
Young Set, God favoring violence
Coiled around the trinity of thirteen

Questions nothing that splits the veil

For nothing interrupts hellish confusion divided before the heinous father
Great vengeful almighty

Violent and vicious Stories, six years of glorious hell

A Fallen angel turned possessor, every child hooking into the pit of intersection
Beginning as one
Owned by the pegged cross in the ground
The musings of Isis and Mithras

Christos crossed by Constantine’s sword in the realm of infinity
Arm tattooed, barbed grapnel circling the staff of Psychopomp
The sound shifts
Nerodia consumed
For 33 years between the sol and the moon                                                                                       And those who believed in His Son will not perish but experience athanasia

Beneath, the Shepard’s staff halts the wave

As Quetzalcoatl looks east

A broken me
The beginning, no greater nor less than the start
A Divided liberation
A pause
A separation
A statement