The prophets did say, there would come a day,
During which a hero would rise.
Seeking no tower, no authority, or power,
As a servant he would surely disguise.
A veil would tear and a load he would bear,
At dawn he would climb his tree,
The sun would rise, the sky come alive,
Nanking would look up and see.
A chain does break, so withers a snake,
The horizon fills with royal blue.
— Dec 12, 2022 09:16AM
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