I have seen the glory
of what was before, a truth
that has outlived many.
I am a mature spirit,
traveling the roads
of eternity,
I remember songs of angels,
chants of demons, many wombs
and sorrow of life
as I built pyramids
along side a myriad
of laborers
with grimaced faces,
we felt sweat stinging our eyes,
and the whip
ripping our flesh.
I have gazed upon
Roman legions encamped and
the face of Christ
as He suffered on the cross.
I have been a pauper,
a rich man, a sinner
and a saint.
I have lived many lives
in many ages, gleaned the wisdom
of kings and sages.
Be these dreams, or nightmares?
I don't know but...
I do know that, these visions
are as real as life itself,
and sometimes the two blur,
one into another.
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