Whispers in Enochian

(A lone old voice whispers)

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As I look out from in here 

In the never-ending falling rain via my new keeper's black scrying mirror

Isabel asked me what I would say to the world

Are you ready

Well sometimes you've just got to be rebellious enough 

To say goodbye to the old ways 

And try to heal raw opened emotional sores 

So you can then look to life 

To try to give you more

It may feel like you've been through all the worlds 

Many brutal wars 

But nobody's perfect and everybody 

I mean everybody 

Has their depressing scars and sometimes unspoken flaws

Some may just cleverly choose to hide it so well and smile 

And try to put on a favourite well-loved mask

And some don't 

Some may say strange things in tempestuous moments of heat 

As they sharpen their ferocious claws

And some may say nothing at all

But just think 

Aren't people just human

Even though they might try to stand tall

Misfits born into the grandest of schemes

Wandering around like lost little children 

After they've been given a new life's temporary spiritual work permit 

But you know 

I've already lived five times in 6 hundred years 

Lived

Loved and cried so many wet tears

Sacrificed my time each time I died and ate platefuls of fear

And now I'm soon to be reinstated for the seventh

Here's what I know as I wait to return for a short stint 

Before I go back to my rightful place in Heaven 

Life and all its emotional connections 

Are simply explained in just one line of fate-driven poetry 

Which is written in golden bold italics in God's eternal archives

If you know where to look to find it

Want to know what it is before I disappear forever 

It simply says in Enochian

The language of Angels

Gnay de boaluahe life

Try to love life

Copyright John Duffy