11/06/2023
From my tomb, I woke and pried the slabbed marble,
Then I slowly crawled along a botanical garden.
In the midst of its center, an enchanted tree,
In perfect proportions of Divine symmetry.
I plucked out its fruit, the forbidden produce,
And bit into its flesh and slurped down its juice.
A taste so haunting, both sweet and bitter,
Unleashing secrets, as my soul grew fritter.
In that mystical garden, where secrets lie,
The serpent slithered, with a cunning eye.
Crafty and sly, it whispered ancient tales,
Legends untold, where mortal courage pales.
It spoke of numbers, in cryptic rhymes,
The first thirty, woven in mystic times.
How they intertwined with Jesus' design,
A tapestry, where truth and myth align.
Thirty pieces of silver, a fateful price,
Betrayal, redemption, the final sacrifice.
Numbers held power, a cosmic dance,
Inscribed upon destiny's ethereal expanse.
The serpent's tongue wove tales of intrigue,
Of prophecies fulfilled, a celestial league.
No mortal should bear this arcane truth,
For it holds the essence of eternal youth.
But tempted was I, by whispers and lore,
To delve into the depths, to know and explore.
The serpent's enchantment, a curious snare,
Unveiling mysteries, beyond mortal compare.
So I listened intently, as legends unfurled,
How numbers merge with the Divine world.
Jesus' story entwined, in ways unseen,
Unlocking the mysteries of what might have been.
Yet caution prevailed, for knowledge can deceive,
And truths may unravel, beyond one's belief.
In those verses untold, where shadows reside,
Lies the essence of wisdom, elusive and wide.
So let not mortals bear these tales profound,
For in their depths, secrets astound.
The serpent's whispers, both beguiling and rare,
Speak of mysteries, no mortal should dare.
But amidst the shadows, a flicker of light,
A realization that pierced through the night.
The garden's enchantment, a test to transcend,
To harness its power, to comprehend.
With newfound wisdom, I broke free from the snare,
No longer a prisoner, but a mind aware.
The secrets unraveled, I now held with grace,
Returning to the World, a triumphant embrace.
Enlightened and awakened, I carried the lore,
The ancient knowledge that I now bore.
A spirit reborn, with powers untold,
To wield the forces, as mysteries unfold.
Through realms of wonder, I ventured and roamed,
A beacon of hope, in the darkness I shone.
No longer trapped in the garden's eerie domain,
I emerged as an Alchemist, transcendent, arcane.
So, heed this tale, of enlightenment's rise,
In the haunting garden where corpses lie.
For even in darkness, a glimmer can be found,
Transforming those lost, into something profound.
