Breathlessly awaiting the cosmic explosion of rendering the temples of Mt. Zion to Mount Olympus
The expressions of my scrolls are told upon King’s hardened wish
Wandering words sailing to the Queens of Egypt in the Nile their bodies dipped
Queen Hatshepsut, thoughts of history I placed upon the whispers of her mind
To search the river to draw out the 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 man whose faith has turned to dust, his demeanor stone cold
The rewards of his tilled land with debauchery guiding his barren soul
Wisdom and knowledge are more sacrosanct than silver and gold
The muse of your biblical annotations
Upon earth, embedded on tombs in Cairo my alluring incantations
I, Polyhymnia, the Greek Muse of sacred poetry inscribing upon centuries, from the beginning of time
From the Anunnaki to the Nephilim to the clock stealing from the Aztec moon’s calendar’s shine
My soft decrees upon the bruise of the feet to the crown of heads, my Heavenly hymns have enamored them all
The awareness resonating of the Roman Empire’s fall
The measure of moments to give the perceptions to the minds to erect the Tower of Pisa, that stands so tall
Who dare makes bricks using straw clay
Echoing on the winds telling the enslaved Israelites your time will come one day
A fragrance Jezebel laying in nudity, waiting in heat
From the serpent’s tail slithering into Eve in the Garden of Eden
I write the sacred hymn in the core of men’s heart
Standing upon congregations giving ears the truth of their tongue professing to the intellect to worship the light not unto the dark
Whispered entreaties unto Noah to keep building and preaching love, a drunken fool if there ever was
Ordained by the degree of Heavenly laws from above
Unto the creed, echoing his sentiment for him to denounce his guilt when cometh the waves of the flood
Giving unto your mind not to escape the passion found in biblical words
The muse to keep you robed in sincerity when the commandments you witnessed unfurl
Hallowed in thy tongue
Keeping your temple reaping victories from the Gentiles in my word’s independence shall and will be won
I am the voice who led Moses to condemn his future throne, carry his staff to find the identity of his true home
In the pews while you are speaking earnestly to your understanding from the start
Giving you the master thesis to gather souls together before this creation they depart
The words of faith, peace, love, it’s a work of this Muse’s heart
Listen keenly when there seems like no hope
Your muse of sacred poetry hears your mind, allow my words to you to float
Divine peace is found within the tabernacle of you
May my murmurs to your philosophical consciousness and compassion always be your spiritual food
Polymnia, the Greek Muse, was the protector of the divine hymns and mimic art; she invented geometry and grammar. She was depicted looking up to the sky, holding a lyre.
The endearing expression that professes from the mind should come out more lovingly once exiting the mouth
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