I am the past- reticent
Ensnared in the sepulchre of time
I am the great forbodings of today
And the mystery i enshroud
Drives to foolery,the wisest
I am neither dead nor existent
I am hope in its prime
Only God conceives what i say
I am of nature- proud
And in the hearts of men,i rest
I am the prophet's predictions
I am the riddle of Today
I am the genesis,the revelation
And the middle of the way
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