*I stand ,* 

 *lost in thought , my mind .a kerfuffle of thoughts raging about uninhibited, My mind a whirlpool of imagination, they move , they twirl , paying no heed to the passage of time*

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 *Lost in this Kaffquesque I take it as a moment of deep introspection.* 

 *For in the midst of those legion of thoughts , lies his voice 😊,gentle yet firm , ever reminding you of his presence .* 

 *I am lost in deep reminiscence as I tread the memory lane remembering my moments of communion with him , when he'd come in the cool of the night and we'd sup , as friend would with friend.* 

 *Deep down I miss those moments, when nothing else in the world mattered , save the table , us and our conversations* 

 *Alas, the moments we shared I canst bear to mention for when I do , it brings forth tears from the belly of my eyes* 

 *They ache , missing that Old touch , those old memories when nothing mattered save him* 

 *Well before the excommunication from Eden the sacred orchard, Now I till the dry parched earth , seeking shelter , food and clothing as these have become necessity* 

 *Akin to my altered nature , I have given in to the alterations of the evil one, I now seek to exploit my environment to my benefit, still living the rest of my life in regrets.*

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 *The one thing keeping me going, the promise, the promise of a seed that would bruise the serpent's head , I resign my fatal fate but do not rescind my duties to educate the next generation about the promise , save if he should come during their time .*

 *But it is unfortunate to note he does not come during their time , they die , and even worse become progenitors of sins untold , 4 millennia pass and yet I remain, my resolve unbroken , for he didst confirm his promise of the seed through David, and so my faith grows ever strong, I am taken captive , may med , tortured and yet I remain my resolve unbroken for I know this is a test, the test of time . A test  laden with rich rewards.* 

 *And finally he comes , My deliverer ,the living manifestation and Cumulation of Isaiah's and David's prophecies, he comes from the humblest of  beginnings and yet receives gifts fit for a king at childbirth .* 

 *I rejoice , for the one to free me from the pangs of bondage has come , all creatures are caught in uncontrollable Euphoria, he is the real deal , My savior and friend, the one sent to rebuild the broken bridge to the father, he goes about doing good and proclaims deliverance.* 

 *But Alack, my sinful nature takes form , I betray him , I accuse him falsely for the crimes he never committed , but he does not speak,for he had already prepared himself for this moment. With my own hands , I scourge him and nail home to the wooden cross with nails longer than my arms , I mock him, goading him to call on His God to save him whilst I cast lots on his garments.* 

 *He calls on the father , but his voice is now like one shouting from the depths, for the fath