A Land Before Time & The Eternal Time

The primeval time of the Earth, was like gestation before birth, realm beyond time measure or worth. Landscapes we’re wild lush & thick. Remote cultures worshiped the dick. With rituals most might think sick! We wrote our memories into stone. Space visitors became astro-bone. Speech & manner held savage tone. The Earth provided every need. Royal bloods on men’s souls would feed. We craved pure blood & men’s prime seed. Royals possessed prime genetics. Our blood vibed with high kinetics, intelligence & aesthetics.

Air was thick humid & heavy. The land baked with prime energy! The sun was God & enemy. We’d a perfect natural order. Sol was the empires soul hoarder, & Earths eternal recorder. Sol’s blood is solar shamanic. His heartbeat primal harmonic, his mind vibes a pitch symphonic! Royals expressed through the pure speech. Into each mind our thoughts could reach. Us royals would both share & leech. In Sol’s pure sight men would evolve. To Sol’s presence life would revolve. Every problem Sol's mind could solve.

We lived life in Sol's flaming gaze, his soul like a raw mystic maze. Sol’s life’s a living solar blaze! In his love the clan was at home. We would set roots & we would roam. Sol is our living memory tome. Around him time would freeze & blur. His speed made life light liquid slur, his seed a life youth elixir. Sol can freeze time or flow it fast. He can warp space with solar blast! He can wormhole into the past. Sol will form a dragon egg shell. It will contain heaven & hell. What come next no mortal can tell!

Sol can form a Gold Dragon egg, & would become the world soul peg, like a quantum gene memory keg. Earth will fall into a dream sleep. Time will warp as the souls drift deep. Every lost soul the dream will reap. Sol can dial back Earth's life soul clock. The deep beyond the soul will knock. We will revive with pure blood cock. There’s a world before time began, of the ancient Gold Dragon Clan. Perfect light makes the perfect tan. The future will then become the past. Countless souls become solar blast! The first will then become the last.

We’ll be reborn fully adult, with perfect gene coding result, killer instincts a new default. There may even be dinosaurs. Through tropic mists we hear their roars; they shock us to our very cores. A day is as a thousand years & life’s a dream that’s filled with fears. We sharpen sight & refine ears. A realm beyond dead & living, time before any beginning, tropical songs will be singing! We’ll have witnessed every event. We’ll know the truth of all content. We’ll know all time to full extent, as a symbol of perfection, with a soul-bond Earth connection, beyond all hostile detection.

Men would worship & they'd obey! They’d do whatever Sol might say. We’ll pick who goes & who will stay. The Earth's memories are eternal. Many say the soul's infernal, yet cannot face truth external. We’ll pass through deep ancient eons. Spirits within make light ions. The soul will illumine Zions. When the past again fades away, & the soul's where it’s going to stay, we’ll wake up some bright future day! We’ll even review days we’ve seen. You’d see yourself while as a teen. Every memory the soul will clean. We’d govern the fabric of time. The shrieks of life become a rhyme, where life & death is both sublime.