Silence was the best answer in matters of time,
The man never lacked Vitamin C, lemon or lime,
There was no easy answer when birth was the crime,
Forever on the loop was story of isblamic regime.

Yes he had pondered over things of choice and fate,
And without him would be the future bright and great,
This was a bleak chance, he thought let this one go,
The air is still today, but tomorrow it will blow.

All that he could think was about the butterfly effect,
And it was so important to keep the history intact,
Incarnation would find one day clearer tarmac,
It was just cost of time per person per make.

In time humanity was to come out of blind rules,
Before one faith prevails and end the holy duels,
In search of fusion, save the world from fossil fuels,
So mystery of water can prevail the religious mules.

Billions of people, billions of ques,
He never had any reason to help or refuse,
Little but he knew he was a opportunity’s window,
Another time and place, for trinity’s endow,
For what mattered the world be thwarted forward,
The cult had already proven guilty, open coward,
If it was fear of cross, they confirmed tomorrow,
To regather its pieces, more time truth will borrow.

In the turning wheel of ages,
No mightier was the cult in these little cages,
And God carried out the will in patient stages,
Time cops were known by characters not badges,
Truth was its own reward needed no wages,
Love was magic in itself, needed no mages.

For words go forever saying and saying,
It was better to retreat back to praying,
All he knew was promise of God, that He keeps,
All bow David’s bow, but never He sleeps,
So in that manner, with time as spanner,
He hoisted peace and progress as the banner.

No flag of isblamic origin he accepted as a face,
He took a bad hit, but had always known his place,
He always knew there’s more to God’s grace,
He had found the truth he would never misplace.

John Constantine as enough alone in mystery’s realm,
Storms came and passed by but warrior kept his calm,
He had this Gospel, and he sang his psalm,
If they glued his lips, he turned it into lip balm.

Now but he knew for sure humanity is no other way,
That only truthfulness is the charm, choices the tray,
So what, he thought, there are billions are say,
These regrets and dismays mean nothing for Dorian Gray,
Sky was the painting, but they never knew,
He wondered if in knowledge they ever grew,
To live as a machine, boot the mapping sequence,
Lose skin to the wiring, loose all this eloquence,
The Spanish percent was already dispatched,
His prophecy came true, the other’s mismatched,
So he knew what he was doing if the world did not,
Only when he blessed it seriously he would kid not,
All that was there, were time’s decisions,
The the answer remained the same,
After countless revisions.

He looked for reasons to escape the town,
Too late it was, dirty was now his gown,
Better he thought, he remains unknown,
For he denied to be puppet, a cult’s pawn,
Sweeping floor was better than its crown.

He knew that one of these efforts will work,
And that being unknown had its own perk,
And he wanted understanding with his thoughts,
Countless variables, parameters and floats,
In his canoe of faith among ships and boats,
He figured only to let the time pass be the way,
It was never too oldschool to hope and pray,
Classic time traveling he called meeting beth,
Due was with his father, meeting seth.

How often do you wish to be gathered and broken, and be seasons that just weather. He said he was not there to be copy pasted, can’t become that false prophet whose soul never rested. Being a humble fella, he as only great in his humbleness. As things are traveling, and the mystery unraveling, it was a leap of faith into the unknowns, those with halos over their head do not wish fancy crowns.

He was trapped in a noisy town, and there were always very few who would ever heed. He thought it was best to go silently. To all the questions they had, he had but one answer… “silence is the best answer.”