To The Heaven’s Glory Be Thy Name

To the Heaven’s glory be thy name
Skin of atonement I bow unto the sovereigns whose journeys have already came
If I shall fall short of thy glory before I take my last breath
May I be given wings after the ascending from the stillness of death
Before I asunder beyond the sun
Bathe my soul’s belief in thy Creator's Kingdom, thy shall be done
I elevate in truth, journey in faith, and rest in the comforts of destiny
May mercy always be given to you as well as to me
To have soothed souls with my earthly investment and to always give universal love
Praise your temple on Earth, have faith in the afterlife given from above

For the ones within society who professes love with fork tongues
Always bless their cup to runneth over with more than some
And enough to share with those who are without none
So shall it be written so shall it be done
To the Pope, may you cast aside silent iniquities among the Holy found in the religion of sin
Compassion to Christian Preachers who teaches to pass the offering plate before the service even begins
Let my spiritual beliefs echo from the highest skies
Ten centimeters, upon dilation may parents always hear their child’s first cries

Abduction to innocent souls gone without a goodbye, preceding numerous false hopes, no clues
May the rock be lifted to give justice to the unrighteous and condemn the blind fool
Returned to the cradle of loving arms
Where love and warmth have returned and displaced the dark storms
To the man who prances arounf in ivory holy sheets
Disunited in Psalms for all to the come to the table in Proverbs for all nations to feast
Men of skill, the chosen ones to heal by sight unseen of faces upon the Hippocratic Oath
Attend to heart, mind, body, and the mental anguish for the intellect, to never gloat

Never to allow corrupted and purchased beliefs to puppet scientist’s hands
To quietly depopulate the masses of childbearing women, the laughter of child, or eradicate the Creator’s image of man
Bangies of the night roaming to share the depth of their soul on a hard bed of Knox
Leaving pieces of themselves by the hour of the tick tock
Give them peace in the comforts of slumber as alone they sleep
Can’t we all just get along
Centered in my Charka meditation found in the hymns blowing in the wind of my nightly songs
I will tell you these things they will surely come to pass
Let my words in this testament expand than my mind to outlast
Life is lived, death is only the repast

To The Heaven’s Glory Be Thy Name

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