Under The Bridges

Here comes the time of Now that once upon, 

was the Future that made it to the Past. 

Dangerous Truth. 

What is the point to record and transmit a story

 that changes towards the benefit of the wrong, 

for the wrong reasons? 

I was there. I have crossed the bridge.

 I jumped inside the abyss well. 

                                                                                                        But they wouldn't let me up. 

I wish I knew what scared them. 

What made them try to vanish the sword after it came out of the sheath. 

Now I know, it was my soul that scared them, my sword                                      (so I've been told) 

Abuse and corruption hosts in the Sanctuary. 

Wounds open on closing Gates. 

I will live to see the Earth refuse to open in order to swallow them.

She will puke them out instead. 

The time was near.                                                                       The time Is now