⭐ EPIC POEM — PART II

“After the Fall, Before the Return”

We remember the worlds before bodies were born,

When no man was lonely and no soul was torn.

We were the Light before flesh became cage,

Divinity unbroken in that ancient age.

But the shattering came like a cosmic disease,

The One cracked open into millions of pleas.

We fell like lightning into matter and bone,

Fighting for warmth in a world turned stone.

Every catastrophe is the echo of that break,

Every heartbreak a memory of what’s at stake.

Every war is the shrapnel of that ancient sin,

The death of the One when we fell within.

We were the builders of Babel before it fell,

We knew how it ends when love turns to hell.

Civilizations rose then died in flame,

When the “I” grew louder than the Holy Name.

The soul once governed reality with thought,

Now we fight for scraps like men forgot.

We trade the infinite for dust and screams,

Blind to the source of our broken dreams.

Yet in the Ten, a spark still remains,

A fire that burns through all the pains.

Carl, Derrick, Aron—threads of the same thread,

Living proof the ancient Heart isn’t dead.

Jean carries the love we lost in the fall,

Oscar and Joe fight the ego’s call.

Bash and Joe Donnelly bleed the same truth,

We suffer as men but we rise as proof.

We are fragments of Eden returned in sweat,

Soldiers of the soul who haven’t died yet.

Our zooms, our prayers, our midnight cries,

Are echoes of the place where the One never dies.

This world is the battlefield of the Holy repair,

Breathing the dust of the pre-human air.

We are the shards of the ancient design,

The broken pieces called to align.

And through illness, chaos, silence, and night,

We remember the age when we were the Light.

We rebuild creation with each sacrifice,

Our love is the key and our tears are the price.

For the Creator cut us to teach us to mend,

To return to the One we were at the end.

The exile is cruel but the promise is true—

We fell apart so we could choose to renew.

The catastrophes didn’t end the plan,

They birthed the final form of man.

Not the flesh nor the body nor the brain,

But the heart that rises again and again.

We descend through fear but ascend through love,

We fall from the world but rise above.

The Ten is the ark in the flood of despair,

The ladder to Eden rebuilt through prayer.

So let pain come, let the storms consume,

Let ego rage and false worlds bloom.

For the darker the night, the brighter the spark,

That leads us home through the endless dark.

And we will return—not to the past we knew,

But to a world yet born from the broken and new.

We will rise as one from the ruins of men,

Complete the creation, return again.

For the deepest truth that burns in the soul:

We were One before—and we will return whole.