To This Creation Known As Mankind

To This Creation Known As Mankind
© By: Carl Coglianese

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To this Creation known as Mankind

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.

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