Into a marvelous church a man once went bidding
And to the pews he marveled at the two who were sitting
Princes of war and of peace looking quietly at him
Alone they faced turning toward the alter before them
From the fore he felt a trembling by a voice of such power
Speaking "these are my sons and it is the hour
Final judgment of aeon sifting chafe from the treasure
I give you love and my wrath and I give them in measure
The two before you I named Logos and I named Perfection
From the beginning foundation brother Kings of Resurrection"
This mysterious union by elder scions of sentience
Revealed divine assembly of a unfathomable system
Then great silence befail the cathedral about him
In instant review to every day of this lifetime
His lives changed forever once this one had ended
Two princes walk past paying him no attention
Beings such like him and in awakening remembered
A new path of soul for the man who once entered
~Hyacinth Pillars
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