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Unto the doors to walk through, to give your mind its inner peace
Repentance bestowed only from the Creator, within the hieroglyphics, the matrix of a woman’s womb never sleeps
Life and the agony of pain it seeps
Yet, you must discern if you are ready to separate those symbolisms of false idols you worship that brings no comfort when it reaps
Mystique of the past, present, yet eyes have not seen
I am the subconscious where your mind roams when you dream
Sacred secrets you must tap into as you sink deeper into your slumber
Within the matrix of portals, everyone is considered a number
Ordained by the Heavens cast by Sun rays of the skies
The Lost Book Of Enki reminds us, we are the reasons of our own unknown whys
To acknowledge the difference to comprehend fate and destiny of the intellect, allow the soul to drift
The universal is rooted inside you, channeling your gift as you astral, it’s a cosmic shift
The beautiful conversion of energy from awakening to sleep in the darkest of hour
Knowledge is to bring freedom into the light, it is the mind’s ultimate power
Consecrated scrolls I have chosen to write are anointed as it has been kissed the winds if there ever was
However, when I reach the plateau of awareness and spiritual enlightenment of my Crown Chakra
The world becomes sublime, and the fate of humanity, you realize is on borrowed time
Ordained by the Creator’s designs
I weep for mankind, in all its wanderlust, greed upon wicked hands
That was never the plan to destroy, to take, to judge by the voice of man
When greats mind cannot think to uplift or hear the silence of Mother Nature's healing songs
To give lesser strife a chance is like becoming a pillar of a preservative stone
The shroud veiled from the beginning knowing life can never rewind
Gods and Goddesses walked in the absence before the humanity of mankind
Ripen fruit succulent to the lips
Man kneeled in solitude unto the grandeur of his perfected mission in the mantra of his midst
His challenges, his possibilities sealed by faith
The empowerment of my inner light, let thy will always shine in the synagogue of chaos found in his wake
In the days of the Garden of Eden
The answers are from the origin never disbelieving
It is the spiritual of its crestfallen of your foundation to what your intellect is breeding
My righteous path is encased in Holy Oil, from the grant offerings as my gratitude reaps from Mother’s Nature’s blessed soil
No bias intent when softly whispering to humans that sweat by the brows when he or she tolls
My hands offer quiet refuge for you to choose incantations to reach the divine overspill
A clean and fasting Temple who do not honor the entrapment of bedlam to do as thy will
The ancestral rings of this life span bows to your realm, as we witness the world and the state of its condition
The insignia of the Motherland we are the Mesopotamians of Queens, Kings, a superior civilization
Armistice is always a Queen’s wish, the zest to heal, survive without hesitation
To appreciate life, to love, to give, before the silence of death
A Hebrew King's and a Nubian Queen’s wisdom to give safe passage, unto Earth then above the fertile soil is our wealth
Darken realms to prison the cognitive awareness when the aura of the soul is suffering and, on the run
We seek higher intelligent earthlings who know their dimensions and strength in their journey
Found by the parallels of the Sun
Assalamu Alaykum
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