Alchemisland

In Solomon’s temple, lenders shading

Ceilinged fronds spadeshaped casting undulate shadows on quartz-haunted marble which ring-commanded Djinn raised from dust to marvel Solomon’s temple

Tendering currencies in sight of Pharisees

Here is old brutal wisdom, babies carved marking fair division.

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He who thee saved having suffering scourging and world’s malefic influences

Three days spent in Hades parading, glaiving bonds twinning the raving and the insane aeons pained

With much constraint he leads from hell the sentenced, by order of God in heaven

He whose will mere water reddens

Whose passing mention unsettles Hell’s lords, tester of mettles and detester of fetters

He prides men of letters who question authority, suffering no betters

Ploughmen, leadbetters battering armaments rood’s tools measureful.

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He who is bread the ancient dead leads out from Sheol

Harut and Marut salute mockingly, abusing attempts to commend unjust sentences penned in unrepentant days

From this time days brighten, sages globeround would hear the sound

Of his other comings, of his only going, of his heightening from man to god

He was the lightning whose sudden striking set a fire which absconded time

If our timeline was a length of twine, it tore along that that line from end to end, divining

His demise time’s rock, from whence new days measure

Disease spread this world’s inconsequential core, four abortions survived

Creatures scurrying from hollows at disc’s resurrection