The architect Is
Your friend to be friend for your wish.
Who sweeps you off your feet with a swish.
That's what The Architect is.
A creator, a saint, and quite handsome to.He created the world and created you to.
He makes many things, be they living or not.
And despite our attempts he cannot be caught.
He is excellent but not flawless you see.
He has holes in perception and what he perceives.
Why is the world so wrong?Why has it taken his coming so long?
Because the architect wishes to make a spectacular, exemplary entrance.
So what if it takes him more than one sentence.
Stay dry.
Stay kind.
You may live to see.
Because I have faith in The architect and he has faith in me.
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Author:
Rapidamante (
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- Comment from author about the poem: It's taken straight from a book called "The Rare Meathonian." So about a week ago I helped my friend clean out his attic.We had agreed that we could take anything not of sentimental value.I found an old book labeled "The Rare Meathonian." Joel said he doesn't know where he got it from but it probably came from his recently deceased grandfather who kept a collection of religious tomes.Along with it I found a vintage clock with the letters"Nqlfn Nqdfn Sdwwbzdfn" Engraved on it.I don't know what it means.I also found 3 other books."CharlHemsky" "Ledvias"and "Khromhinge" I'll keep you guys updated on this as I read the books.
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