……A telepathic message from some unknown source, must of veered off course, but it hit my mind with such force, all previous knowledge was momentarily loss, a mental vacuum that quickly exhaled, incoming knowledge was all spells, images of sipping out a bloody holy Grail, hands spiked with nails, deformed infant of two siblings didn’t rule Rome well, few history books tell, the images spoke well, although it didn’t ring a bell, somehow I can remember his face swelled, skin paled, stayed behind veils and the Vatican smelled, from dead bodies in wells..
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This poem in mystic metaphor speaks of history, religion, myth and sociopolitical facts in one short rhymed piece. Good enough for a fave
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