Jacob's Ladder

when the gates are opened to Valhalla that has given the horn of a ram; with a shiny mouth piece of fine brass made dry from the sacrificial lamb skin that was selected from the sheepfold. and while a melody of taps that was played only one note and testimony that was shared to all the fallen warriors. as their testimonies were heard as far away as mid-guard. and it given to every nation under God as to every breath we saved to blow the horn of horns that honors bliss to the memory of all fallen veterans that are rising out from the winds. that were clashing and thundering for brother and brother to sister and sister and brother and sister. that were saved from the beginning of time that is beside one fold to our Mothers who will be Lilly in return to our reveille's awakening a time for one by the destiny of the lamb. and two by a new generation that’s trudging under a bridge. where trolls control and patrol. suddenly as if one had been quaked long ago from the blasting of horns that caused one horn (of the constellation torus) to separated from the other half. as if it happend during a time for the rut to happen and a time until prophecy rested deeply in the field of sleep to awaken deja vu. from a dream of a giant ladder was planted on one side of a gorge that was lifted up as single bridge or mirage of a bridge. that once stood there years before the old Ladder of Jacob stood two fold and upright in the midst of clouds. that drew itself down upon the surface of the earth that was measured. and then remeasured to be once and twice and thrice the size of the first bridge standing. the first and last bridge north of the Tropic of Cancer that is threefold. from Asia, North America, and Europe to be complete.