WOW-To this Creation known as Mankind

Wow

To this Creation known as Mankind

by, carl coglianese

　

I am asleep, yet I am watching myself

I am asleep, yet aware of myself sleeping right here before myself

Yet I must ask myself, how can this be?

　

Has he awaken yet?

Have you seen his eyes open

Is he able to comprehend

What is he know seeing, perceiving?

　

Oh! this abstract creature of contradictions

Given the very label of man

There was this picture

He had seen it in a book once

There was this ancient building in this photograph

for such buildings as these no longer exists

Not before that time it was this

Not before the law of nothing to be revered

Nothing sacred left to give hope

I find I must ask myself did these places ever exist?

Then I see a box on the floor next to me as I sleep

Then I see a tear in the corner of my eyes even as I sleep

I realize that this person, I am, is so sad and so very alone

And I understand why I see tears and I cry.

This person I was, sadly was, for what do I see

I can now realize that person lying there is dead

Even so as I stand here and speak, he is dead

Then it comes to me, I understand every thing!

　

　

　

In my younger days, when I was still alive, and I felt, something

I remember I wore robes of brown and wooden looking beads

So I wore the uniform of a once old and forgotten tradition

No longer allowed to exist, in these the new times of man

Today was to be different

A plan once conceived, now prepared to perform

No one else has been left alive to perform these old rights

Old, worn out forgotten words ,uttered in a dead and ancient language.

Would their be any one left in the Heavens

To even be able to look down and understand

There was a box hidden in the wall, hidden from prying eyes

What it might contain would scare and paralyze today’s leaders of man

Today’s leaders of man,

An oxymoron for sure to even suggest

For all civilization had degenerated so bad

No love, all hate, no god’s, but I man!

In this box, now open

I laid it’s contents out on the bed

A strange robe, an ancient book, other strange implements

These things I was seeing what were they, what had they meant ?

I would never ever begin to understand what was ahead

There was this cross and upon it a figure of a man

Some writing on a plaque above his head

A bottle filled with liquid, so pure, you could see through

Oh what could this all mean to this man, who never knew.

I opened this bottle and rose it to my lips

The water seemed salty, yet some how enriched

What is this I feel, I do not understand

Who was this man and what does he command?

　

　

　

For then as in a moment of the once blinding sun

Arose in me such feeling of great remorse and overwhelming sadness grew

I have been here before and I understood what must be know done

And I broke down and cried what have we mankind such foolishly have done?

Once again in that moment of the blinding sun was I found

I woke up alive on that floor, death had not yet won

I could still fill the tears had not dried in my eyes not gone.

I gripped the box and contents along.

I know knew what needed to be finally done!

The final days of reckoning now to begin

The very last sunset seen

The very last dawn now done.

See, I was the last of a Holy Order

Once there were many, now there is but the one

Now I say the last mass upon this earthen city

This the last mass of the dawn

For on this last day

Just as it were to dawn

I spoke the last Mass given by the last of the earthly priesthood

For know all mankind’s rules be done

When the Mass I had finished, this ancient of rights now performed

The darken clouds vanished revealing the brightest of sunshine

For this was now the last of days for mankind, that will have dawned

The devil, the flesh, sin, on this Earth will have not have won

For the last of God’s Priesthood

The last Holy Sacrament had been performed

The Earth’s long dead final outcry

The Second Coming of Christ Jesus had Come.