The Aeon

A Poem About New Beginnings, Transmigration of the Soul, and Birth

The Aeon

20—The Aeon

Angel being birthed like a babe of the universe ready to conquer as the Kalki riding it's steed preparing for the approaching apocalypse.

Empires rise and empires fall blessed by fate and destroyed by time as the Yugas epoch always unfolds.

Ouroboros circulating about it's self cycling agelessly through space while all along Thoth sits by idlely as Osiris dies.

Nuit in the sky enflamed on high, Hadit the mate of the Earth by my side, Ra Hoor Kuit born into Horus and Maat coming into being as the dark ages draw nye.

Written by Sean Michael aka The Baron 333

surreal poetry
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