Dear new follower of the ancient Order
Find the key to unlock this known cipher
I tell you the origin of it is Five
or is it V as in the old Romans' life
Twelve before us and now we are more
But declining too now more than ever before
While heathens roam the street all cuffless
And not on all Four, those happy but faithless
Our gaze is elsewhere and our vision's vivid
We have consumed all Nine fruits of the Advocate spirit
Save we are from the impending judgement
On the Fifteen we rest, when all shall end
APOKCEIRRMGULTOLFWR is the word for you
These Nineteen letters are false, make it true
You sense you belong now prove your worth
By letting go of all and praise the true Lord
YOU ARE READING
Jo's Collection of Poems
PoetryA collection of poems written by me, ranging from nostalgic themes to existential questions to fictional events, etc.
