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Wings cloaked of its lamenting glory
Let each melody be the chasten shadow of my bloodline stories
I am content within paradise, my spiritual home
Unbeknownst where redemption of fallen grace resides, no resurrection to ever atone
Hell on Earth, you could, taste, feel, see
Illuminated for those who wish not to believe, yet on their knees
I have never understood the chaos of anyone’s mind
To reach across the sands of time
The presence of anyone’s mission is to know Heaven and Earth at times does entwine
Hearts of stone, uncaged as they hellish roam
Remain standing strong, why the meek sings such painful Psalms
Depravity wailing in the belly of the beast, the last breath inhaled, vessel gone
Mentalities running in all directions, trying to find peace
Look up, your soul is beyond those clouds someday, I hope you shall meet
The hushed secrets to the core of existence to set the spiritual laws of the soul free
No other place that accommodates such sinful needs
Wicked deeds
Implantation of ungodly generational seeds
Universal Jezebels with hidden tails
Bathing in the abyss of depravity sent up from the stairway of hell
The seven deadly sins, oh yes, they’re real
As an Earthly Angel, my skin tattered as lashes I feel
Lucifer dwells in the mind, flames ignitie the torch that scorches the righteous heart
Right and Wrong, God’s true purpose given from the beginning of time in its natural and purest state of art
Angels, yes, we see, bow under grace, for the sins of you and thee
Roaming unaware from sunrise to sunset spreading the divine doctrine to be
Yet, the Book Of Revelations gives you the seven seals, seven churches, and the pale horse
Death and destruction follows its course
Cast of its evil intent, no remorse
Strife from the life you lead, covet in shame by the beliefs of the heart’s choice
This New World Order chants for the doctrinarian of the horned beast
The cries from ancestral cotton fields, smallpox placed in infant sheets
Lineage denigration, mass killings, famine, its glorious birth, fame of a sinful feast
Hatred only brings the telltale signs of crow’s feet
Dethroned skin
The beauty of Heaven is not in the illusion of a rose garden in Eden, it is the heart, the mind, the creation of its beautiful origin
Identities lost in stress' mist when the soul cannot find light to renew
Deranged mentalities, lingering in the midnight hour, crying the blues
Trying to hold on to the last reminisce of a failed youth
Time waits for no one and that is the living truth
We all search for that wondrous connection
A spark of love, hope, dreams without hesitation
Pillars of salt thrown in the favorable mix
Judgments of presence while learning from the same sky, voices allocating to be the next hit
In carnage, the serpent cries when his or her tail flips
Intellectual of wisdom devoid of his or her true gifts
Given from the Crown of thy head
Sex and fornication, salacious duality, for minds blind and put to bed
Your actions, your self-damnation, your two-edge sword mouth, a dark place where your purpose has been led
Cannot even find their life purpose, therefore, the spirit of the soul becomes dead
Heaven or Hell are found within the heart’s value, you decide your dedication
A holy man standing in a pulpit preaching the way to salvation
One hundred and forty-four souls’ entrance, the others reincarnated to an ungodly world of mind wandering, daily trepidation
Your fate leaves the mind in waiting, destiny to the last breath
Which no one knows when reprieve will be given its final rest
I am here to Harp play the beautiful melodies of my own wind chimes
How you get to Heaven, is by your own earthly designs
The meaning to life TO ME has always been about more than mere words, it’s not a condition, not some babbling ideology from jesters, as if a breath is a curse
It’s that antiquated old French Creole Haitian, dark, darker, darkest, that melanin infusion alliance I have with the universe
Psalms twenty-three professed from my tongue will be preached to the living and the dying
Dressed, or nude, me is me, as you enter me deeper, bring your desires, plummet into me your needs, it’s only the truth of my matter, as my soft wings are spreading when you and I are sacredly flying
Life is meant to be enjoyed, daily sipped on all its affiliations
Revered in all its dedications
Spiritual growth to accept the laws of gravity
Allow time to progress with you, not ahead, once mastered, then you enjoy in that cosmic duality
When holding the creation of life and praying over death as a Nurse
You begin to contemplate, not having it all, having it all, does not matter, only your soul comes first
With a clear understanding you are pushed through life in a baby stroller while life is coming at you
Then driven to your spiritual home in a Hearse as everyone’s life is passing by, hopefully, have you given unto others, it’s the Golden Rule
Being born is to balance life and the conversion of energy
Think about what you have done between that path of time, not for yourself, giving to others will always be a spiritual gift, it sets the soul free
Have you lived, have you loved, have you laughed, have you cleansed your Temple with tears of gladness, sadness, in perils times
Oh, these are the emotions, which resonate the Creator’s designs
Therefore, my divine Queendom shall come
My will shall be done
On Earth as it has always been in Heaven
Death is not the final ending of life, it is only the beginning, true energy never dies
It evolves, metamorphosis in its nomadic state, it breathes, and then it physically materializes
Déjà vu, yes, that’s you a blueprint of your lifespan, at best
The wonders of the world cannot be seen or ceremoniously expounded by the naked eye
It is the 33rd degree journey of enlightment that governs the sky
Then if so, why are humans so afraid to believe they are the master of their own fate
Darkness is so easy to see when light you never knew to anticipate
Time is running out, look how far we’ve come, where we are
According to NASA, Extraterrestrials have been harboring our galaxies inching closer to Earth from Mars
Currency is slowing fading out
Sacrifices of lambs for progress, whereas, digital currency now feeds hungry mouths
See the beauty of others even in their downtrodden sorrowful rain
It took the ideology of awakened pathos, my logos, and my ethos to recognize the theories of sane, insane
And both, on any given day can be just as fiery, depending on what reacts to the intellect stimuli of the brain
Do not lose yourself in life’s game, when you are not up to bat
Therefore, inhale, exhale, smell the roses, take care of your temple, your mind, and believe with your eyes, and just simply, relax
Selah
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