deliverance aka the 'i cant ryhme without sounding like a fool' poem

Unborn, your comprehension
In silence, dormant sleeps
Bound up by that deception
Which hearts and secrets keeps

Desire given ego
Takes shape by what’s to come
The countdown reaches zero
Before the moon will kiss the sun

Till when? I know,
These things shall also die
Till when? I know I know
In faith again we sigh
In faith, we sigh “I know”