Skulls of Salvation

Skulls of Salvation

A Poem by Lanaia Lee
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The Skulls of Belize

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From my fantasy series, Of Atlantis, volume two, Skulls of Salvation
 
If you are not familiar with Mayan mythology or legend
Then pay close attention to what I have to say
The ways of mankind have become chaotic, and need to mend
December 21, 2012, according to the Mayan legend, all life will end on earth that day.

Mayan chieftains, from long ago, left thirteen skulls, to help us with this quest
If you arrange all skulls in a circle, they are supposed to reveal, all we need to know
To prevent our own demise, how we can pass this devastating test
How we can prevent reaping all the devastating seeds, every day we sew.

So see we haven't got much time to find the skulls
Made of crystal, they do exist, because seven have been found
Six are still lost, but we must find them, to stop, the overflow, our cup is full
Overflowing with mankind's havoc and evil, the skulls will keep us from being hell bound.

Totally made of crystal, from so long ago, perfection in these skulls, makes no sense
How were they made, from so long ago, not even a tool mark
To show how they were created! Impossible! It just doesn't make any sense
The voices of the chieftains, try to reach us over an ocean of time, and give us a light to see in the dark.

According to legend, these skulls are computers of the old
Whose only sole purpose, were to save us from yourself
Time now is short we must find them, according to Mayan myth, that so long ago was told
Where ever the remaining skulls may be, we must search find them, take them from their hidden shelf.

 

© 2008 Lanaia Lee


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Lanaia Lee
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