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I am tired of going to that daunting low vibrational dimension, Archangel Michael, my Earthly incarnate Spiritual King
Those creatures down there do not understand the spiritual laws of life, death, rebirth, they thrive off the existence of money bags, vanity, and the wearing of gold chains, encasing their neck to keep the mind incarcerated with material wealth in the name of bling bling
Why should I continue to waste my time on souls who are just not listening
Do not know the portal by the tides, and why the stars in the sky are still glistening
No, my handsome Heavenly Angel I think I will stay right here and watch the stirrings beneath the clouds
I will humbly sprinkle some pumpkin seeds down to earth, to some bullied on, Geek, to act the Fairy Godmother, in the wonders of their evolution when the Duckling rebirths as an enchanting Swan, it will give me great pleasure to hear resonated, upon ether, is that me, and wow
I have no more to give to humans, it appears their DNA code have been compromised by Nephilim's and the Reptilian's spliced, then birthed from the Creator’s portal by the woman’s womb, her spiritual passage utilized as the vessel to create mankind, an ordained gift to heal thyself, rejoice in the moment, and from the heart, learn to give
Soothe the chemical unbalance of the intellect, yet, they still worship false idols, suicide deviations, it's a mockery in how they adapt to survive, how they choose to live
I have seen physical and mental enslavement
Toxic medications to alter the true essence of the mind, damaging elixirs and potions to control anger, sleep, or calm the mortal rage of the mind when it vents
I’ve turned my eyes toward the hills of Mt. Zion, when I come to witness humanity and death hanging in the detrimental phases of lost time
The Have Not's begging to the Have's, in a twisted diabolical world, they seem to never see, or never have got, no food received, not even a tossed dime
The temples erected in the name of peace
Divine words read out a contrivable book still cannot comfort the streets
And you want me to once again live among a Sodom and Gomorrah mankind
Where kindness and love does not radiate warmth by the Sun of Allah, when it shines
And in the benediction of uplifting, my scrolls have become misunderstood, and I am at a lost when explaining the gift and how I got mine
Materialism is all those Nephilim's know
The wicked ideology is in the details of Lucifer's demonic tails and the way those deep craters of evil seeds that now sow
No more, Archangel Michael, it is a spiritual war, I would sit this one out
It is too much discord and hellish air the farther my wings travel South
My Angel Queen, these are the trials and tribulations that have been a drought of our presence when not being felt, or not aligned in the realm of the Crown Charka, when it is not seen
No matter how my incense or alters civilization may sacrifice with offerings, or homes I have seen burning sacred candles while chanting to the swirling smoke of Myrrh and Satya Frankincense, our mission is a team
We dry eyes, we give hope when life has been capsized, when wishes would get no immediate answers, and no more inspiring dreams
I suggest you uplift your eyes out that Book Of Life
We have undeserving masses to reach, before their days be filled with pain, a loss of faith, or strife
Just meet me on this mission halfway
We are needed, I still hear minds at night who continue to pray
This is the last mission on Earth and my words are final from Sunrise to Sunset, allow me to finish with words of comfort within all days
“You are such a beautiful Queen Angel”
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