A free chapter for your enjoyment from one of my books, Legions of Light / Armies of Darkness.

Doors
of the Eucharist
lay at the
footsteps
of my
Prison

I’ve kicked them down,
my success
repents the failure
of others

And where is the Superman…

Or could that
have been I,
the Black Sheep of your line

Father,
wavering in stance,
engaged
in stained glass,
encrypted codes,
the Old Order
wells up to face
the bastard son –
the Archangel

This Sword,
it glistens
with centuries
of smashed hopes,
my Guillotine,
my Phoenix

Its arc,
a vengeance
erupting,
Earth changes
and cataclysms,
all in the name
of Mother

Father’s false Prophet,
the agent
of Ancients,
Prince
of my darkness,
He stands
in self-styled mockery,
the ordained One

Clash of Titans,
of pity,
of remorse,
it would come to this
eventually,
Reincarnation’s
sick humor

Penetration
of my arc
sinks deep,
deep beneath
the abdomen of
Propaganda,
Evolution
and Ignorance,
scoring
the corruption
of His soul

Exorcism,
my last honor,
cleansing Mother’s
Legacy,
His body
a salt lick
of stone,
empty carcass
lying at my feet

Feeling the hand of Fate
pressed upon my shoulder,
her confirmation
of passage –
a loud silence
of new horizons –
succumbs
to chants,
His former Slaves,
“Freedom”
“Freedom”
“Freedom”

The leaf has rooted her ground,
Spring’s rhythm
pulsating,
the Mother’s Son
reborn…

©Richard Smith

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About the author

Richard is the CEO of the Human Origins Foundation. As the author of a thought-provoking book series, he has a passion for the lost knowledge of our human origins throughout the cosmos, including extraterrestrial life, ancient astronauts, current affairs, and the human being’s place in the scheme of things. Stay up to date and be the first to know about his articles.