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By Tehn Dencies Published 6 years ago 1 min read
3:8
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The plates that whisk across the road

continuation of the code.

If that is what it truly means

then why has no one thought it be?

Could it really only be fore one?

Thy who meant to overcome

and see so subtle of a message

linked to ancient verse and passage?

Could blood of branch due paseth down

right to head a sacred crown?

Of course such thought is so far-fetched

that thirteenth prophet cometh yet…

The truth may lye in future meeting

unknowing how to start such greeting

for what a theory so far fetched

might be accepted, then what’s next?

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Tehn Dencies

Take Hold for the Future,

In Turn, the Future will take Hold in You...

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    Written by Tehn Dencies