By Malinda Meadows
Home is here
The mob of voices cheer
And the expiration date for kings
Soon draws near
In the now
A snafu soon was spread
To prey on victims
Feeble in the head
Oh no, no, no, now this.
She’s been gone
Oh so many years
Iniquity and sin they disappear
As destiny approaches.
What she has said some may fear
But it happens anyway.
A long time ago a ransom paid,
A ransom hard to find
But history will record
How many are her friends or are her foes
The timeline spidering; so it goes
Until she arrives.
Poems of the yantra 
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