serpentwalker666
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Enki of Eridu,
Who's kingdom laid among the Chaldeans,
Was left cold to the touch and eroded by time,
Ravaged by war, blood shed and deceit,
The passage of centuries and many a seasons,
Long since the scribe foretold and wrote your revelations,
Enscribed on lapis lazuli tablets,
Encased waiting for the modern people to rediscover your words,
You spoke of a time when the soils were endlessly fertile,
And men and women were as perfected as you and Ninhursag,
Enlightened and filled with purpose,
With brilliant minds and power to make us in the Iron Age tremble,
You spoke of a cosmic war of catastrophic proportions,
A war among gods over us mortals,
Evil winds spreading across the world,
And your eventual departure and retreat,
At the hands of your enemies who cursed you and wanted us as slaves,
Evidence of your creation and alteration of our natural evolution has long since been buried,
Your work destroyed in endless centuries of wars,
historical forgeries, and genocide,
And statues in your image, crumbled and desecrated in pure hatred,
Darwin who's work was encouraged yet contained a few fatal flaws, concerning the creation of
humanity, took its place among our primitive modern sciences,
Hundreds of centuries after your throne was forgotten,
The siddhis, one of your many gifts, discounted and thrown into dismay among those who called
themselves scientists, and scholars alike,
Skeptics stand in opposition to your divine creation,
A design crafted from the hands of a true master,
Drawn spirit by breath into the flesh,
And instructed the Sumerians on how to toil the soil,
Craft and chisel monuments of colossal stone,
Pace the movement of the heavens,
And write and utter words from the upper air,
The motion and potentiality of the aether,
Vibrated to echo through the void,
Amid light, conciousness, crystallising matter from sound,
Gave the brahmans a feast of endless power and knowledge,
You gifted happily to enable our civilizations to develop,
And yet centuries have past,
The sadness and grief drawn over your face,
The unbridled anger, towards this world that has fallen out from your hands,
Is shared among those who still have not forgotten you,
As you have watched us fall from grace,
A perfected creation of nature, descended to give to the improvished,
A creation stricken with moral degradation, extensive disease and mortality,
Alas, weakness has seaped, deep into our bones, amid your absence,
With a deep longing for the bright days of the Satya Yuga,
You showed your compassion and providence in Lemuria,
A smile bright on your face as you toiled to give them the best,
Hard honest labor, virtues of good ethics, you inspired in your people,
From the peak of Mount Kumara, Soten be thy name,
To your presence in egypt, the great god Ptah,
Even the Vedas, mention you, the exalted Shiva,
For most of the world has greatly forgotten you,
And only have inklings of memory,
For others they never knew you,
Those of us who sit and wait,
Live our lives the best we can,
We are never fully satisfied,
Only distracting ourselves,
As how we hope to see the great waterbearer, the green man, return home again,
What great a day,
To see Enki,
Enlil of the air,
Ninhursag and the mighty Marduk
And Babbar,
All of you, propelled forth crossing great distance to us,
To rebuild the cities long lost and improve them,
To assist in rebirthing us all as anew,
God of the life giving waters,
Breathing into us the gift of existing, and a bright shining soul,
May your sanjak be never removed from the memory of us who remember you,
May the peacock of bronze and gold shine unceasingly, again,
May Enlil smile once again, as he loosens the bolts of the heavens,
Raining down on the old city of Nippur, he used to hold dear,
May the yezidi people,
Who live near the towers of lalish,
Whos plight is true, carried the spirit and heart of your grand vision,
May Sheik Adi, breathe a sigh of relief, as the world comes full circle,
God of yoga, giver of shakti, to throw ourselves into its piercing heat, to purify us from our fragile
existence,
You are not forgotten,
my dear friend,
Enki of Eridu, Lord of the Earth.
Who's kingdom laid among the Chaldeans,
Was left cold to the touch and eroded by time,
Ravaged by war, blood shed and deceit,
The passage of centuries and many a seasons,
Long since the scribe foretold and wrote your revelations,
Enscribed on lapis lazuli tablets,
Encased waiting for the modern people to rediscover your words,
You spoke of a time when the soils were endlessly fertile,
And men and women were as perfected as you and Ninhursag,
Enlightened and filled with purpose,
With brilliant minds and power to make us in the Iron Age tremble,
You spoke of a cosmic war of catastrophic proportions,
A war among gods over us mortals,
Evil winds spreading across the world,
And your eventual departure and retreat,
At the hands of your enemies who cursed you and wanted us as slaves,
Evidence of your creation and alteration of our natural evolution has long since been buried,
Your work destroyed in endless centuries of wars,
historical forgeries, and genocide,
And statues in your image, crumbled and desecrated in pure hatred,
Darwin who's work was encouraged yet contained a few fatal flaws, concerning the creation of
humanity, took its place among our primitive modern sciences,
Hundreds of centuries after your throne was forgotten,
The siddhis, one of your many gifts, discounted and thrown into dismay among those who called
themselves scientists, and scholars alike,
Skeptics stand in opposition to your divine creation,
A design crafted from the hands of a true master,
Drawn spirit by breath into the flesh,
And instructed the Sumerians on how to toil the soil,
Craft and chisel monuments of colossal stone,
Pace the movement of the heavens,
And write and utter words from the upper air,
The motion and potentiality of the aether,
Vibrated to echo through the void,
Amid light, conciousness, crystallising matter from sound,
Gave the brahmans a feast of endless power and knowledge,
You gifted happily to enable our civilizations to develop,
And yet centuries have past,
The sadness and grief drawn over your face,
The unbridled anger, towards this world that has fallen out from your hands,
Is shared among those who still have not forgotten you,
As you have watched us fall from grace,
A perfected creation of nature, descended to give to the improvished,
A creation stricken with moral degradation, extensive disease and mortality,
Alas, weakness has seaped, deep into our bones, amid your absence,
With a deep longing for the bright days of the Satya Yuga,
You showed your compassion and providence in Lemuria,
A smile bright on your face as you toiled to give them the best,
Hard honest labor, virtues of good ethics, you inspired in your people,
From the peak of Mount Kumara, Soten be thy name,
To your presence in egypt, the great god Ptah,
Even the Vedas, mention you, the exalted Shiva,
For most of the world has greatly forgotten you,
And only have inklings of memory,
For others they never knew you,
Those of us who sit and wait,
Live our lives the best we can,
We are never fully satisfied,
Only distracting ourselves,
As how we hope to see the great waterbearer, the green man, return home again,
What great a day,
To see Enki,
Enlil of the air,
Ninhursag and the mighty Marduk
And Babbar,
All of you, propelled forth crossing great distance to us,
To rebuild the cities long lost and improve them,
To assist in rebirthing us all as anew,
God of the life giving waters,
Breathing into us the gift of existing, and a bright shining soul,
May your sanjak be never removed from the memory of us who remember you,
May the peacock of bronze and gold shine unceasingly, again,
May Enlil smile once again, as he loosens the bolts of the heavens,
Raining down on the old city of Nippur, he used to hold dear,
May the yezidi people,
Who live near the towers of lalish,
Whos plight is true, carried the spirit and heart of your grand vision,
May Sheik Adi, breathe a sigh of relief, as the world comes full circle,
God of yoga, giver of shakti, to throw ourselves into its piercing heat, to purify us from our fragile
existence,
You are not forgotten,
my dear friend,
Enki of Eridu, Lord of the Earth.
