Irish rebels through and through

 

Just look at them!

The women have silk suits

And the men suits not from Sears

Billy Graham's wife always went to Sears

For his suits in the early days

They were practical to get 

And all those kids to feed at home!

But these guys.

Half brothers from the same mother

It never does elaborate what they do

For a living but she is a stay-at-home mother

Of two boys and just 21 years old.

Not your typical set of murderers.

Her name was Carolyn 

Bryant is the family name

They came from Ireland

In fact they were deported

By Cromwell himself!

King William Bryant

Was an Irish rebel with royal blood

He wanted to be the ruler of Ireland.

Any other time and he might have been

But this year he was deported with his large family

To Jamestown by Cromwell instead of going to the gallows

Probably because he was right.

He was of royal blood and entitled.

His descendant Henry choose 

To annoy the family with Indians

Women of the tribe of Powhaten

Not Pocahontas but one of her sisters

Or cousins, after all the quickest way

To becoming a land owner in the early days

Was to marry one of them.

The Romans did it as well 

In long ago Britan 

Except they did it by force.

One of these boys had a darker side

To hide or at least not reveal

His true identity in the time forgotten.

No longer seen as leaders

He ended up moving to a reservation.

So he was not unaware of his heritage

Which at the time was almost as damning.

His boys and him are seen seated in court

His arms around them

Don't convict a man whose boys will have no father.

It was a different time.

The lawyers chose to emphasis his role as father.

Then hers as a good wife.

He would later divorce her and marry anther

Vera was her name

She was a descendant of the Roosevelts.

Of New Amsterdam!

Makes one wonder what really happened.

His name was Emmett.

Till was the family name 

His father was several generations back

On one side they are Taliaferro's

Also related to Booker Taliaferro Washington

Small groups mingle 

They had killed one of those boys

Who had a famous relative!

Or was it something else?

His face was covered 

They say they mutilated him.

Un recognizable even to his own mama

She did not care

She knew it was him 

And she wanted revenge

She got her story 

But not the results

Who was going to convict those

Fathers with sons of their own?

After all she had lost her husband.

Oh, yes, her husband was in the military.

He served his country in Europe.

And then died in Pisa Italy.

Pisa, Italy where the tower leans...

How he came to die in that place

Where he was stationed before coming home

No one knows

But Emmet was born the same year

Born to a widow 

A fatherless boy

The law is strange in its delivery.

Her husband was already gone

And she had not taken care of his boy

Had remarried a few times according

To the news.

Being a Smith was nothing compared

To this other family 

Who had it all to loose.

A war hero whose body

Never made it home

But is buried in France.

Compared to working fellows

With attractive wives.

Thier boys had a right to a life.

Sadly they did not live very long

Did nothing with their lives.

Even Grandpa Bryant died

Shortly after the trail.

Why was the boys face attacked?

Was he seen as too attrative?

Or was he related to someone in town

Who did not want those features? 

To stand out in the crowd?

Or was he offered an escape

To go live somewhere else

If he would just give up his mama?

One can only wonder after all these years

She is now dead 

Having admitted to lying about the events

But not to whom killed the boy.

His youngest cousin is still alive

Now a preacher man himself.

Do you think he buys his suits

From the Sears and Roebuck Catalog?

No one has ever told a different story

No one has ever confessed

No one knows for sure if those boys 

Did do the dirty job.

Irish royals with a twist of Cleopatra Powhaten

In their blood who could have 

Run for President if they had wanted

Verses the other line if defense

A descendant of an Italian count 

Who has many other descendants

Of noteworthy reputations.

One does wonder what fuels. 

This country or did 

Half a century ago.

Pure hatred and spite

Is what most German white people?

Once were instead of syrup niceness.

Never trust anyone you dont know

And wonder how you do know them

It might have been Grandpa after all...

Forgotten stories of yesteryear

 

Anyone else think that we might

Have lost it?

That American feeling...

Those stories of yesteryear,

We did your grandma come from?

My mother was boring Pennslvania.

But on one side who family came from 

Good heavy stock of Americans

On the other side the were featherwieght

Immigrants who did not know what they were doing.

Such as actually believing a piece of paper

Entitled them to owning the property they were standig on.

Or those other stories of how easy 

It is to be swindled by your neighbors.

Either they simply go through your mail

After it has been put into your mailbox

Such as Candace and others

Or they impersonate mail carriers. 

Who are supposed to deliver your mail

But who are instead waiting for that important?

Letter or check in the mail.

What happened to Ernie?

Who?

He always delivers the mail on my street.

He disappeared and there has been no mail

This week.

What the, that guy doesn't exist at all.

There is no such person delivering mail.

Then who is the guy dressed up in your company clothes?

Could be anyone, I wouldnt give him any mail.

But he ususally hasa the key to the mail boxes

And opens them and puts little letters inside.

Well, he is not on our list and your street

By the way doesn't have a mail carrier.

We sent out notices a while ago 

To come into our location to collect your mail.

And how were we supposed to get these mailers?

Look you are just causing trouble.

Next! Move aside

Wait a minute, you said I have to collect my mail.

Name, address and ID

Here, is there anything for me?

Oh, this is the one who has to have the special 

Delivery guy who is going to propose to her 

What am I supposed to tell her?

They have been giving him her mail

So he could get close enough to ask her out 

Or something, I bet he took her tax refund!

Look, we don't have any mail for you.

Next, move aside.

Hey! Dear Mr. Franklin

About your franchise business...

The thing about grandmas 

Is that they tell you stories 

That you believe and then one day

Find out they are empty

For instance, my mother would tell 

Just about anyone that there was a place

They could just walk in and own

Without any paperwork or nothing.

The problem is that her grandmother

Did not give it to her to own or sale.

There are such things as wills.

Then there are the issues of people

Actually, showing up and saying they are the real owners.

Then taking all those special boxes and trunks

Down to the donations center 

Where anyone can go through them

Except they are empty now

That the big bad man named Jim

Has had enough of little girl stuff

He has raided the hen house 

And wants me to know it.

All I can do is peruse the boutiques.

As the church stores call themselves

And look at the items I cannot afford.

Nor have a place to out 

Now that some of the one-hundred-year-old houses

Are gone because the county clerk did not get 

A big enough tip for pressing his stamp against

Your piece of paper as required by law

He just wants his free lunch.

And I want the contents of those boxes

So carefully stored with loving hands

Of a real grandmother 

And not one with brain cancer

Lying to everyone she can aboaut everything

Because she doesn't know any better.

But the girls who sit on her lap do know better

Nothing is for free dear 

And if you don't have a piece of paper

With your name on it, it isn't yours.

Birth certificates are required by law.

Let me show you something. 

Candace, the border is just over there!

You were born somewhere else 

Since you insist on using others names

Such as my own and my mothers

Who hasnt got a chance of recieving

Gods blessing for her entire life

Unless someone such as yourself 

Is given over as evidence

Which I don't think your family is going to do

They are all riding to hell with you

Including Janet and Justine.

As for everyone else 

I would go find out where your grandmothers

Boxes, suitcases and trunks 

Are now located if you ever cared about the old lady.

As for the younger ones, go get a life.

With someone's else's stuff 

And leave my grandmothers stuff alone!

Perhaps, a few people might find some old flags

From those days when people went to parades

And believed they would die

If they lied about their heritage

Instead of being accepting who they are

Making up all that stuff 

Just because you cant deal with reality

Or go get another injection of heroin, like Kate does  

Who Dare's?

 

Would you dare?

Do you dare?

What is a Dare?

Nobody knows what happened

To little Virginia Dare

Of the Roanoke Island.

It is still a mystery as too what happened.

Everyone has theories but  no one has answers

And then there those people such as my mother....

Anyways I ended up on stage as an infant

As Virigina Dare at one of those history dramas

They used to be popular to go along the highways

And find historical spots who would 

Then entertain their visitors with little dramas

My first misadventure.

I hate being on stage

And have had a life of being pushed or shoved.

My mother says we are related to this family

In fact we are descendants of the missing people

That the Governor John White left behind

A bad man he has gone in history

He was in fact a cartographer who worked

For Sir Walter Raliegh.

Hence there is supposed to be a Walter Dare 

We are supposed to look for and then know

Well I did find such a person born 100 years earlier

However, there are two Dare lines on my line

We are more Scandinavian than British

There is a family from Norway

Who married into the very wealthy Pope family

Their son decided to become a brick layer.

Now in those days they were taking to religion

And often acquired secondary skills

He was most likely a Free mason from his job description

And had attended at least two years of university 

From whom his family were and might have even had

Some training in religion

After all he had agreed to travel to the other side

Of the Atlantic and set up house

With none other than Eleanor White

The only daughter of John White

Annanias was his name

It is biblical and not uncommon.

At the time to take on a Hebrew name

Annanias Dare of Norway

Whose daughter was the first born in America

Virginia Dare is her name

Also included was the possibility in the two year time period

That a second child had been born 

And it would have been called John after its grandfather.

Some forty years later a man surfaced in Jamestown

Circa 1629 calling himself Edmund Mason

He says he is the son of Virginia

Where she got a husband no one knows

Nor could anything be proved 

Except that last name of Mason

Is of course not a canning jar

But the guild a bricklayer might have belonged.

The Masons.

John White never found his family

Died while working for Raleigh creating maps

That is what a cartographer does

Works on paper with stories and numbers

Creating the imagery of maps for the world

It was the age of exploration

When he died it is not known what happened 

To his fortune as he had no other relatives

Never remarrying after Eleanor's mother died.

Maybe he was not a bad man after all.

His grandfather sister was married 

To the Lord Mayor of London 

John Wheate Whyte Wyett

Various spellings occur of his last name

Which is the same as my own

But there used to be a plague on a wall somewhere

With the correct spelling

It is so frustrating to have you family arrive

At the Plymouth site and set up shop

At Concord Massachusetts but with no

Idea where they came from except Southwark's.

Which is the other side of the Thames

There is a cathedral with that name 

But that is about all as it went red light district

At the time of Shakespeare's bawdy plays

This means we are not descendants of Virginia Dare

But ancestors of hers and  her mother.

So there, I dare you to resurrect my mother and tell her.

Now along comes someone such as Jessica Kelly Reilly

A very well-known actress who will spoil everything.

She was born in 1977 when my family were deteriorating.

It was a bad year for everyone.

Jimmy who had turned 18 insisted on moving in with us

Which meant the real boys had to disappear?

He has a tendency to kill things that annoy him.

In fact, my twin sister had already died

And my younger blond blue eyed sibling

Had disappeared in Paris on our last family trip

I went into a coma in the summer and almost died

Then I kept getting strep throat and was at the emergency room

All through the fall and winter

At no time was I a pregnant preadolescent!

But this bitch has ruined my life.

She insists that I gave birth to her.

Her words are in fact:

That I am too stupid not to know

That I had a baby girl!

She is most likely Candy's bastard

She is always getting married

And then forgetting herself.

There are a number of unwanted ones of hers

All I know is it was impossible.

And the judges have told her so a number of times.

Instead, she introduces herself to everyone 

When I was still recovering from the accident

The coma, the death, the divorce and the world 

Coming apart in the late seventies.

She even wrote to Helen Mirren 

And told her I was her mother

I do recall having to go to court

As this woman was angry enough

To think she was being threatened.

I might have met the young Mirren at some time

As Jimmy was always dragging me around

Claiming that I was a Romanov princess!

But we are Russians and Scandinavians

But, Mirren is a  distant relative of the Romanovs.

As Former Prince Philip is actually

A direct relative to those people

In face King Charles and his family are the closest

To the Romanov family who were murdered

And there sits a fraud claiming to be the "Empress" herself.

Mad Kate who is also a drug addict.

There is my sad little story

Of half my family being east coast originals

And then some immigrants who were taken advantage

My great grandfather whom I never meet

Was swindled of everything he had in what 

Was 'Nouvelle France'!

Napoleon controlled America as well as some of Europe

Their paperwork was in French not Spanish

Pancho Villa was just a displaced Jewish family thrown out 

Of Spain by the Bourbons.

He threw a fit and robbed everyone in Baja which was called

Something else at the time.

The latter day saint man

Had risked his life by converting

Leaving his country and accepting

What was his inheritance and properties?

Instead, he lay dying in a hospital. 

In Salt Lake City where they don't really believe in medicine.

Which is why great grandma?

Who left Saint Petersburg in 1907

Lived with us while we were given the impression.

That we owed taxes on this two places 

Across the border and were responsible

For the utilities and up keep of the place

They destroyed his sheep farm 

In what is now the old barrio of Tijuana?

The new building is in shambles.

Someday Jack Smith is going to be shot

He is a pimp and a hustler and not the property owner

As the for the other little place

Which was known as a nut farm

Tree orchards of nuts and fruits 

Sometimes we are referred to as fruitcake.

But they were guarantees and payments

Some gringos from East LA

Says he is Mexican, and he owns everything.

Chuey or Jesus Molino is also a wanted man

My job is to get even with Jimmy 

The law is going to have to take care of these two

While my mother lost her brains

Had a mental breakdown 

Could not recognize her own parents

Gave away her boys

Would not even allow the found

Baby to come home instead of this witch

Life is full of troubles

But why do they always follow us?

Maybe because we are the only ones

Who care about others.

There are two hundred spoiled Reillys now

And none of them are my babies

I have tumors not pregnancies.

When reality hits these girls

As it has hit Markle 

Perhaps there will be justice for all.

Except for Candace who kept stealing our boy

And replacing it with one of her girls ...

Poor Candace, we can at least show a lineage at all

Even if it is not a direct link to the Romanovs of Saint Petersburg,

Whereas your family hides where they come from.

Blessed are the Roanoke's.

Who are probably still with us and amongst us....

Perhaps it was a Free Mason settlement meant to merge with the natives

Not so humble,

 

Why do we want to fly to space?

Do our scientist really believe in Martians?

How humbling it is to see another disaster.

The lift off went just fine.

But there was a unscheduled disassembly.

That is what an explosion is called.

Previously we had the Challenger Space shuttle.

Have an unscheduled disassembly on live television. 

With school age children watching

That did in the that program.

But they developed a Space Station 

Now that is at it closure point

A new journey to the Moon and Mars

Several different companies are vying for the opportunity.

Of showing they are not humble at all.

In the days of Nimrod, a hunter of men

He built a tower to the heavens. itself

Until God caused it to fall down

Scattering all the peoples throughout 

The world at large and confusing their languages.

Thus giving rise to the original migration

From Noah's, ark was to be worldwide. 

Not centralized and lifting themselves up

To challenge God himself.

We wont got into the Garden of Eden theories.

Here we are in the twenty-first century

When we should know enough science 

To not attempt the impossible

But one more time a rich man

Has been asked to cough up the dough.

To fund the dream of someone else.

Please, Mr. Musk tell me it is not Jimmy!

And also, double check your inventory

Make sure you don't have any nuts and bolts

From the Humble company in Humble Texas.

A not so humble local company that just sticks 

Their big Texan nose into everything.

Yes, Mr. Musk their nuts and bolts. 

Were on the Challenger as a office worker.

Had to defend them only to find out.

That a better person in the form 

Of Katrina Jaillet had a more expertise

With which she killed off her own grandpa.

She would have ensured the elderly gentleman owner.

Went to prison for life for his insisting they had to part

Of the Space project 

Just because he survived the Pacific war during WWII.

Now go on your way, Mr. Musk

You are doing just fine with your works.

Just make sure you know who you are working for!

An idiot like Jimmy has his ways of getting ahead.

Of everyone else by falsifying everything.

And order from some other company 

Because their checks are not worth the paper they are printed upon.

Does your dog bite?

 

But, honey I want one!

75,000 dollars!

No way!

They don't eat nor pee

Just one little one, please...

Move over spot, there is a new guy in town.

For the fire department it is one less casaulity

Actually, they probably would have a funeral

If there was a malfunction.

But think it can go into dangerous buildings.

Without worrying about a human life.

No more whiney, crying bed wetting dogs.

What are those other fire department dalmatians doing?

And the 101 Dalmatians are going to have trouble

Skinning and wearing this new breed of metal and paint.

We are want progress and without the price of a life.

What we don't know is where these things come from.

A personal statement programmed to your own needs.

Don't you want to walk down the street to impress your neighbors with one?

Mine would not bite anyone at all.

Unless your name is Jimmy!

And the sea will give up its dead...

 

Rev 20:13

Fletcher cove is what they now call it

Pillbox is what it is known 

A small break in long cliff on the California coast

It was once a military outpost

Just down the road where there is open sand

But this is an ideal cove

Possibly a ships wreck at one time

Now adays it extends out towards the horizon

Even in the grey day and high tide

It still has surfers showing up

Walking down the narrow opening

Towards the small pillbox section of the beach

My mother never could get over

My being born nor my dying either

I awoke when I was still too  little

A small toddler who could walk

But protect itself

I was wrapped in seaweed

Curled up with my blonde hair matted

I recall several different individuals 

Coming into contact with me

But they all left me to find help

There was a time along the coast

That they still had the old WWII

California safety calls

Due to Pearl Harbor

When a danger was sensed 

There was a warning to stay off

The beaches and trails

Durig the sixties and seventies

It was used over the increasing motorcycle.

Groups and other hippie type problems

But then repealed as unnecessarily

A little mermaid was found on the beach

Is all I remember them discussing

I don't know how I got there 

And neither do they

In fact, my parents were told

It was not me at all 

Just a ghost of the daughter 

They had lost and was never to be seen again

My mother was once again pregnant

She could not understand 

Where babies came from 

All she knew is her parents 

Were not together during the war

But I do remember several people speaking to me

And then leaving me without helping

Or at least it appeared that way

The times are difficult to know

If they went to a phone and did not return

Or if they thought they were speaking

To a mermaid or ghost instead of a small child

Too small to speak clearly for herself

I also always had an infinity for whales

I later got into internships on ships

For the ocean such as the Cousteau program

I believe I went into the water 

We had friends who had boats

I grew up on boats and more comfortable

Then other types of travel

And then ran into a pod

Of something which included babies

Adopted perhaps for a moment 

And kept afloat with their heads

Until a beach was found for me to be

Deposited upon to be discovered. 

By my own kind

Except my mother would never accept me

She was so suspicious of me after that

Calling me all kinds of names

Assuming I had been sexually molested

Of no use to her anymore at all

Never would stop her cruelty 

All from a childhood incident

Where she was not allowed to see 

Her own parents while her new friends

Lied to her about all sorts of things

Those people are still alive

While both of my parents went to their deaths

Never sure of the thing that washed up on the sore

Was really theirs after all

No amount of blood work would convince her

Nor was he able to understand with all the other

Girls who came forward falsely claiming

Themselves the heiress not to a fortune

But a piece of property no longer 

Able to provide an income

Someone thought it funny to make it 

Into an overnight campgrounds

Those people ruined it on purpose

And wont give it back

While my lifes was never the same

The ocean had given up the small child

Whose back was broken

Crawling sidewise up the incline

Towards the sound of highway 101

Only to find itself sitting at the train station

I have spent decades being taken back

To this spot where I was born again

Nobody has ever figured out the mystery

But many lost their lives protecting. 

Something he mother never wanted anyways.

After all she had another one 

And did not need me

Then my sister died

She could not handle it 

Broke down all together

I had to spend the rest of my life

As the wrong child  

Just because no one can figure out

How I emerged from a small beach

With no signs of physical abuse

But a broken back

I am not Dawne 

But Aurora 

The other one ...

How it was supposed to happen

 

Like all good Romans

Pontius Pilate never left Rome

Unless absolutely necessary,

It appears more things went wrong

Than was possible in one night

While Jesus had expected to be brought

Up before the pharisees

He had not counted upon the many mishaps

Mistaken for a foreign visitor

They came out with Palm branches

When he had simply meant to proceed

As always through the city his stepfather

Had trained him to see in his head

Long hours of preparation had occurred

From his earliest days Jospeh had prepared

All those stories are nonsense

When he heard about John the Baptist parents

He carefully choose and groomed Mary

She was a Jewish heiress

With a widow mother 

And both appeared to be reverent

His plans were not to defraud

But to become part of history 

As Boaz had welcomed the chance

He cautiously made it known

The engagement to the elders

Who were still loyal servants

Of their god and then  made sure

Not to lay a hand on Mary

But to encourage the populace

To view him as her husband

He was a carpenter but he worked

With his hands less than his mind

He was trained to design and craft

International architecture was his field

He had ideas of leaving the area 

Until he realized as one of the underground

Leaders in pursuing an end to Roman occupation

The hopes of a Messiah were always there 

But to bring about an insurrection 

Was the goal of many who no longer

Felt their religious leaders knew right from wrong

Poor Mary had succumbed to his intellectual

Methods and understood they would be altering 

History if all went well

Not being deceptive but wise 

She was probably already a chosen one

Just the matter of whom she married 

A good for nothing might not have been bad

But instead a smart one came along

Encouraging the boy from the beginning

Making sure they did not make it inside an Inn

With others would be present

For as a virgin her birth would end her life

Instead, he managed to have a livery of animals

Where abnormal amount of blood would not be

Seen as unusual along with the instruments

He had purchases along with the knowledge 

Of how to use them

He carefully slit her abdomen when the time was right

Arriving In Bethlehem for the taxation

That Rome would deny but was done anyways

By the local guys for their own convenience

A cesarean was often performed 

On prized sheep for their infants to survive

The art of sheepherding had been perfected

By King David they said 

A son of a secondary wife 

From across the sea where they could not afford

A single death of an animal

It worked out fine, him and his associate

Bringing the baby out carefully from her womb

The stitches were carefully hidden

Then the Sheppard's arrived

Having been sent in to see 

His work may not have been planned

But it had gone unhindered

He brought her out when there was no more

Signs of trauma and began to work

When the men came from the East he knew

It was time to go West 

The Incense and Myrrh were handy items

For her health and to be sold on the route

For their plan was to survive 

And not have the baby taken from them

To raise him according to the rules 

Mary had been given at conception

She had carefully had them copied down

Then they got to Egypt after traveling 

Through many of the places of the Mediterranean

So he might have some instruction

And insight into the ways of the world

Coming home after further instruction

The boy could read anything at all

He suspected Gabriel had come back

Giving the boy special attention

When they were busy with the others

They had to appear to have a family

He taught them all their ways

Of reading and writing

As well as reasoning as he had been to university

Not  pharisee but an intellectual

Those building plans they developed 

And the knowledge of Jerusalem

On their many trips to make sure

He understood where he was at all times

Choosing also the types of friends 

He would have as well as companions

Joseph had thought it all out at night

At least he assumed it was his own thoughts

and not those of an angel providing him 

A knowledge of how to raise a perfect man

He had not intended to be away when it occurred

But his thirty birthday was approaching

It was felt wise for him to disappear

For awhile to see what would happen

He watched over them from afar

His Mary and stepson

When things went wrong that horrible night

He was busy escorting a number of the children

On to boats to set sail for other parts

He only knew the end was coming

And did not want any hostages to be taken

Instead, he was betrayed by the accountant

Of all things! But Jesus seemed to expect it

He had also been given special attention 

As he grew older there had been more absences

Of his around the time of the Passover

Now he was confronted with a crowd

Pressed in upon him

He was almost killed that night

But the swords wound was carefully

Attended by his servant who stayed 

Close to him without being noticed

A wealthy man could afford many things

No duplicity in having someone 

To take care of those things he could not

While attending to crowds of people

Who needed to hear his message

Inspiring a new religion 

Had not been his intention

And then he understood one night

While reading the scrolls

What they had done

Which was too switch everything around

His suspicions of the religious leaders

Began to burden his soul

Knowing that these were not the original

Writings but substituted in order to keep 

Peace among the ones returning from Babylon

There he was confronted by the men

He had been warned against

They had chosen their time wisely

When no one was about

They made their complaints known

To the rest of the people

But without a ruler from Rome

Being present, these swine were not real

They had replaced the real ones at some point

Leaving only a handful of the original families

To serve at their own welfare

To few were left to give a proper testimony

But the entire world had heard about his preaching

News travels fast when there are deserts to sail

And waters to plow instead of fertile soil to dig

Far and wide they had come to hear from him

Long awaited and prophesized

It had been three years and the arrival

From other areas was converging upon

This one Passover

So, they ended it there and then

Otherwise, the Jews might have been given

Thier way again and the Romans abated

His trail was a mockery while the soldiers

Were compliant to the wishes of the leaders

After all their wives were their daughters

Then the scare in the night that the rest

Would be hunted down and murdered

Instead, Judas was lead outside 

Where he was threatened to tell the truth

Instead, he chose to die than explain

How much planning there had been

To keep the secret from reaching Rome

The scatter of them was evident

Really, they were being forced into hiding

For the sake of their families

They were made to understand 

That afterwards they would have to return 

To normalcy for a while at least.

They were not cowards

But expecting the real authority 

To put a stop to it before it was too late

Instead Pilate never did reach his home

Although as a crow flies he was informed

Of the inconvenience that had occurred 

In his absence while attending

Yet one more feast for the Caeser

He had ready one of the speediest ships

But in the fog, even they betrayed 

Thier own leader, going in the opposite direction

While the released a murder to the populace

Those left in charge were having

Fun with the candy store 

Knowing the master would not be returning

This time for his death was also planned

This man was not going to restore the royals

To the castle, the line of David!

Really what were they thinking

Anyways the made short order of it

Without the Real Roman leader 

Being present nor the guards 

Who had been hired by his stepfather

To protect him on his journey

One that had not been easy to perform

All those miracles were real ones

His prayer of removing this stench

Was subverted by Satan and his demons

They knew how to create a cloud

For the others to not be able to breathe

When morning arose he was gone

On the stake hanging over the city

With his wound in his side 

He was already on his way to death

No need to break his bones

After all there might be a backlash

When Pilate returned to find out what they had done.

Meanwhile, Pilates ship wen to far afield 

They found themselves lost at sea

Drifting at times 

And other times driven

Til they found themselves on the far side

Of the world where no one would know them

In the end, the box he was in was sent ashore

Where no one found him till much to late

The Romans sent after him took thier time

In delivering their Creasers anger 

To the misfits who had caused 

A situation that Rome would not survive

It would last awhile longer

But they were not supposed to kill

The son of god nor a descendant of David

Who could have taken the throne

Careful in their Empire to take

In the loyal ones and the royals

They made sure never to kill 

The rightful heir to any throne

In order to bargain with the rest of them

This was outrageous

Heads were going to roll

Over some sissys who did not want

They spankings done when it was true

His box was carefully lowered inot the ground

Pilate who had been captured that first night

Never did see light again but remained

Kept inside a steal box for weeks and months.

Now to the ones who had caused it 

A siege of the city was a must until 

They found the guilty ones

Then they would take care of thier families

Jesus was supposed to have been given 

A fair trail by the Roman ruler

Then allowed the crowds to be pleased

As the false religious leaders were caught

And convicted to exile along with their children

Then he would restore the religion of god

Before he disappeared in to the realms above

Without having suffered the defeat of death.

His wound was something he could not attend

Not without one of his family and the special herbs

But now it was over for him

No more walking around on earth

Yet he was still going to take care of Satan

As for the rest of the story

We know that Rome suffered a defeat

And a new religion was created

Upon  his resurrection to life.

Oddly, he could have sworn the streets 

Were not right that night nor the universe...

God does not allow his will to be altered

But sometimes it is the events themselves

That turn things around 

In the end all things work out

But for the suffering of a few more souls

Who will also be avenged in the end as well....