"The Best is Yet to Come" a poem by Mark Attwood
In the days of future past, we’ll look back on the storm
When the world was wearing masks, and America was torn
When 5D chess was played with such finesse
When criminals floundered, and were left to guess
Their codes were broken, their weapons gone
Flynn’s digital soldiers marched to the song of Qanon
The song of freedom, the song of love
The song of unity from heaven above
When once we stared down the barrel of the gun
One man proudly said, “The Best is Yet to Come”
We gathered closely in the End of Days, fighting for our rights
When this virus washes through, it’ll be like a burst of light
With golden hearts we raised the Earth into the Aquarius Age
Phoenicians gone and demons run, we broke out of our cage
King Cyrus rose to take the fight to the fiends of Babel once again
Removing fear and usury, the chains that held down men
The song of freedom, the song of love
The song of unity from heaven above
When once we stared down the barrel of the gun
One man proudly said, “The Best is Yet to Come”
In the time of Revelations, the devil’s hand was shown
His heinous crimes against mankind finally were known
As The Great Awakening gathered speed, as the veil did turn to dust
New heroes forged and laws were made, that finally were just
From Guantanamo Bay to the last Hooray, the serpents were all done
The shot heard round the world, and the end of Babylon
The song of freedom, the song of love
The song of unity from heaven above
When once we stared down the barrel of the gun
One man proudly said, “The Best is Yet to Come”
In God We Trust and trust the plan, our faith was tested hard
We held on tight to the might and ran the final yard
The Looking Glass it showed the way, when everything seemed lost
Survival of the human race at monumental cost
The storm it came, and when it did you said it was upon us
We held the light for the Golden Age, a manifested promise
The song of freedom, the song of love
The song of unity from heaven above
When once we stared down the barrel of the gun
One man proudly said, “The Best is Yet to Come”
The sword of the spirit and the shield of faith, extinguishing the arrows fire
Finally, the sons of Cain laid on the funeral pyre
Bittersweet the victory was, in righteous grace we thanked you
We raised our heads and looked ahead, to sovereign times anew
The Quantum era and Tesla’s dreams finally found their way
In fireside talks far in the future, we know our children will say…
The song of freedom, the song of love
The song of unity from heaven above
When once we stared down the barrel of the gun
One man proudly said, “The Best is Yet to Come”
Mark Attwood
24th October 2020
