I was in a postmodern mood and wanted to create a poem that was very aware of itself and even arogent about itself thinking that it could save the world itself-Incomplete.
This poem, yes, this poem
that you hold in your hands
will save the world, and will be
whispered through the heavens.
It will save humans from the fall.
Not that of Adam and Eve,
but from art creativity and the
voice of human spirit.
These words that you read
will be read again. At the second
coming of Christ, by the angels
who accompany him in all his glory.
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