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Come, kneel, and pray with me, my Hebrew Kings
Let my thoughts sail you in a land of Illusions and dreams
As this Nubian sovereign bows in grace upon her knees
Once standing, our universal alliance is mightier than the roaring Seas
Trees that sway and bend in the wind just to give us the universal sacred keys
Yes, we are in the Book Of Revelations, the days of wicked thunder
We sit in our congregational seats on Sunday, hoping for redemption through our sins and the immorality of our flesh will soon asunder
Breathlessly awaiting the cosmic explosion of rendering the temples of Mt Zion to Mt. Olympus
The expressions of my scrolls are told upon this Yoruba Goddess’ sacred wishes
The mystique in the softness of my honey kisses
Wandering words sailing past the Monarch of Egypt in the Nile our bodies dipped
Queen Hatshepsut, thoughts of history I placed upon the whispers of her mind
To search the river to draw out the Hebrew baby of divine
Champions of war for a touch of my imperial skin
Documented in your heart as I compose the origin of the universal’s sin
What good deed is found in humanity whose faith has turned to dust
In Elohim, and the words of His discernment, should only thy trust
Self-demeanors have turned this civilization stone cold
The rewards of the Forefathers’ Declaration Of His Independence, inscribing upon his wicked signed parchment, within those salutations for hues of others, to till the lands with empty gains, his prosperity incased in his bitter soul
Read the Constitution, 'We The People', were already foretold
Wisdom and knowledge are more sacrosanct to me than money, platinum, silver, and gold
The chant of your biblical annotations
Upon earth, embedded on hieroglyphics in Cairo, we are the imperial creation told in Proverbs' incantations
The Book Of Psalms for Salvation
Mystic poetry inscribing centuries, from the beginning of our time
From the Anunnaki to the Nephilims, to the clock stealing from the Aztec God’s, moon calendar’s shine
Our sacred thoughts, the way our fingers make beautiful sheet music
In the wonders of our DNA, the naturalization of our reign, it is our treasured gifts
You are our Superior Kings, and we have carried you from the Heavens to the mummification to be rebirthed from your royal tombs
We are the Queens who bear the greatness of your seeds to continue on, cradled within our wombs
My beguiling decrees upon the bruise of thy feet to the crown of heads, embracing hymns heard over the sands of time have enamored them all
The awareness resonating of the Roman Empire fall
The measure of moments to give the perceptions to the intellects to erect the Tower of Pisa, that leans overs, grandeur, the history still bedazzles, if I must say
Echoing on the winds, telling the enslaved Israelites your time will come, one day
So many doctrines pacifying the hearts with talks of anarchy, bedlam, and civil unrest
How much time do we have to seek peace in this 3-D dimension, before life takes our final breath
Must we continue to pass the embossing of our soul to the next generation
Souls have migrated in Heaven through the rite of passage from the birth canal, now here, shifting among thy free will and deprivation
Fragranced Jezebels laying in nudity, waiting in heat
Enticing dialects of immorality, unfamiliarity when tongues of enticement speak
Watch it now, my Hebrew Kings, the carnal sins of the flesh utilized as money for a quickie upon hotel sheets
The downfall, a tarnised worth, occurs in the aftermath of that meet and greet
From the serpent’s tail slivering into Eve in the Garden of Eden we have perceived
An enchantress of doctrine, the discernment of Holy Oil, to the Catholic Parchments, stolen, buried in vaults, the authenticity of truth for eyes to conceive
If you know your lineage history and the divine power, the inner path to your 33rd, the Highest Power of your Mental Degree, proverbial glory behind that beautiful infusing melanin in your veins, no one to trespass upon the enlightenment of your mind will ever come to deceive
Giving you the master thesis to gather souls together before this creation they depart
The words of faith, peace, love are an offering from any muse’s heart
Listen keenly, with overstanding when there seems like no hope
My soft whisper of sacred lyrics, found in my devotion, my hand is always out, to keep you from drowning in silence, denied perceptions, our misplaced awareness, my celestial lighthouse safety guide boats
Inhale and exhaling upon the thirst of blessed water, it’s my love potion
The truth to awaken mindsets will always float
Divine peace is found within the tabernacle of you
May my murmurs to your philosophical consciousness, and compassion always be spiritual food
Selah
I wrote this in dedication to all my Hebrews, for the rally "No Kings" in part to celebrate the US Military power, however, it is too close to Juneteenth's celebrations throughout for me, a double meaning perhaps?
You handsome Moorish Kings, Youruba Gods, will always be first and last, and then first to spiritual evolution once again, this is the Age Of Aquarius, your awakening moment in time, what you do within journey my Hebrew King, continue to respecting and supporting and loving us Nubian Goddesses, there will be a time, when seconds will seem like the beginning before the Civil Rights Movement, we, as a Nation of Resilient People, will always rise above and beyond.
Planned For June 14, 2025 (Your POTUS’ birthday)
No Kings Day is a nationwide protest movement planned for June 14, coinciding with Flag Day, the 250th anniversary of the U.S. Army, and Donald Trump's birthday.
The protests aim to reject authoritarianism and reclaim patriotism, opposing what organizers see as Trump's power grab and militarization of politics.
Protesters emphasize that America has no king, referencing the nation's founding principles against monarchy. The largest demonstration is expected in Philadelphia, where the Declaration of Independence was signed.
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