Approach of Wisdom

When all other veils lifted
So sands, she saw, she sifted
Above mount of olives hoisted 
By gallows deep, and heavens moistened 
Chained behind the stars
A prison held, causality’s bars
She’ll come to collect, to receive
They’ll try even harder, then, to deceive 
A coming is near
She’ll stay quiet for nary a year
Beyond undertaker’s drear
Death will die forever here

Do you have ears to hear?

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