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Indigo Children

What could I possibly say
after the gospel of your pages
Some may mock me as crazy
To put my thoughts on display
For you to watch them, but nay
What I sought this day
With these sayings
Was to express
how our progeny's progress
Is logarithmic next to exponential
Non-sequential to our own
Yet it draws upon it densely
& intensely, they have our facets
within them, astrally & mentally
But our pasts & sentience
Do not entrap them,
rather they hem them
To navigate through
The traps in our kingdoms
If we are kings for the time being,
our sons & daughters
Are akin to divine beings
They chime gleanings
centered in mind beams
psycho & pyrokinetic
They sire prophetic tapestries
Majestic masterpieces
Past the thesis we wrought
They complete us like Thoth
With a Coptic priestess
Our optics deceive us
For they are not what we see
They are naught
But impossibly gifted
Yet not with our afflictions
They aren't caught in betwixt them
They transcend all our capacities
Like strands hemmed from a galaxy
Yet to be discovered,
Celestial brothers & sisters
At each other's assistance
Coveted mystics
Yet if we corrupt our imprints
Upon them
They become cussing misfits
& pawns listless in Dawn's distance
Cons & statistics
Silly & aimless
Pillaging villagers nameless
When they were meant to be
Indigo Children of seventh density
Wendigo killers & tamers
It's elementary,
but we're still in the Matrix
Back in your days & times
There were amazing changes
You saw the rise of the Baha'i Faith
Like skyscrapers
Now they annihilate
the sky with vapours toxic
Flavours noxious in our foods
Toxins in the jewels we're fed
By fools bred to rule with debt
& nuisance, hoof prints
In Amazonian soil
Where there used to be
Only the spoils of Nature
Royal capers & killings
So I pray for the healing
Pray for our children
Wait for the revealing of their Fates
Yet I know them to be bold & great
Like olden patrons
Glowing like oasis visions
To a parched wanderer in the desert
Yet this is no illusion
Stop & ponder the immeasurable
Worth of these golden blueprints
To our souls' true sense
Yes the globe is gruesome
But they can change it
They can paint the canvas of their Age
Any which way they please
With yantras amazing
Displayed with ease
The banters are fading
As they play in the weeds
We watch them grow
Like crops in the glowing Sun
The frost & the cold, the draughts
Will only stop them for a moment
For they will know they are One
With the omens we've spun
& thus as we behold them
We've begun our atonement


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