Opening the Lions Gate.
Crashed over the fence past the lion's gate.
Came out with a vengeance-but it was too late.
A transcending force unprepared in departure.
Captured and pulled by an unsuspecting weight.
Treasured is a flower inside the funneling mist.
Transcending and stretched to stealing-to whisk.
By releasing a force to gape the lecture brings.
Tongues of relenting mentalities that only wish.
Underneath the lining of reality it was sung.
Up high over the steeple the Bells were rung.
Down in the wilderness the frightened hid.
Undeniable words burned-couldn't be undone.
Very few recollect the writing inscribed.
Vast distances crossed-not seen to bide.
Everything fallen to a tower filled with wine.
Vengeful bastards', stolen trinkets they hide.
Washed across in twofold levity rhymes.
When portals struck down a statue's time.
Feet crushed-the potter's clay folds the earth.
Wet tides brought back the beginning of lines.
Alpha and Omega the sovereign term meant.
Another realm lost to those forgotten covenants.
Grandeur displayed the underbelly of a grave.
Although this was referring backwards-spent.
By thrusting to negative relating to cure.
Before a blinded positive-reassured.
From within the Lion's Opened Gate.
Behind the stealthy virgin that procured.
Half in denial the witnessed stained.
Hours to years the fallen proclaimed.
Just in time-under the rightful Son.
Halfway removing the Flower's pain.
Injustice tempered to lower its stave.
Inquisitively searching-lost now saved.
King is not king-the spelling is incorrect.
I's are not eyes never seeing the parade.
A.o.R.
