I...for he was peace. In his mere singularity, he was of one, by one, and for all....but yet. Yet in its being, there held unrest. As Keter came to him, he spoke in him. He knew of the past of the future, and the future of the past. Keter was the overseer, the foresight, and the hind. He instructed he known as Zion Volante that it was time to arise soon. He told him that they were waiting for him.
For he was lingering in a field of eternal slumber. Tied to the torment of a lost world, a lost purpose, a lost calling. He who was The Phantom Assassin had faded into the obscure. He was no more, who he once was...but he was to become, everything he needed to be and sought to be.
It was time.
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Zion Volante
Professional Wrestler speaking truth to the masses. Known as The Prophet Assassin.
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Once upon a dream... we sat in a land of future, in different realms at the same time. Daunting all our grievances to the innards of our soul, of our egos. We sat pitched in a tint of disdain for what we had known, not knowing from long ago who we were. Once upon a dream, we met at the crossroads, with only our inner selves knowing our true identity. With only out unconscious selves remembering who we truly were. Unaware of each other, but only as words spoken through the eyes. We rode our train to our destinations call, following the only path we knew. On the train we rode, in an instant of futures past.
By Zion Volante5 years ago in Poets
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