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My charming Yoruba Goddess, this is not Heaven, this is not Earth, this is my superiority, and I rule with grit and grim
To keep lost mortals submissive throughout the ages of time
Unto me, I give unto you the storms and the soft whispers sailing upon the wind
The convergent of energy encased in the rites of passage when eyes are closed, I set the soul free
Soaring to the blinding light, the gray matter asunder of vessel between life and earth must blend, where eternity mends
Incantations must and will be spilled
Allow me to differentitate for you, thy free will
It is your medium of self that cried out before death I must carry your heart, mind to the thrid Heaven of the 33rd degree
For the blind and for the meek
The music has my name embedded into the lyrics
My hellish mission is to control minds by the laws of physics
Confuse the population with everything upside down
The masses know the sound of my voice, when the offerings and sacrifices on the pentagram in the dusk of dark makes no sound
Drug out the masses, let them praise me in their induced state of mental ecstasy
Yoruba Goddess you can hears the uncertainties in the masses pleads
Wither their soul away, unto my lake of fire from the covet of Earthy greed
Once you accept the hand of wicked needs
Your life of pride, greed, wrath, sloth lust, gluttony, and envy, the darkness of self-grown become my puppets mental seeds
Within your culture with sublime phonics telling you to kill, steal
Fu$k unprotected to get life alter diseases, to ease your burdens pop a mental pill
For you to feel or sacrifice unto the Lucifer’s pit unto nation’s richest whores without a hotel bill
When desperation and no hope, rings out to Earth Angels, who do you think the multitudes will turn to console
The elite, the blood sacrifice is where evil domination roves
You and I have a history not told in your manmade books
The secrets of creation, not whispered in ancient evolution, for curious eyes to take a look
Eternal damnation, no rest for a weary soul
May Heaven in your arms always console
You know you are not bound to this fiery abyss of disdain
Until the second coming, the battle where brimstone will rain upon mankind and its hellish dames
Including our alliance of Goddesses, we upkeep the internal torch of enlightment we uphold as once before
Before the sin of the earth, we walked among the skies where love once poured
This realm was not always the figment of what reaches the eyes
Or sacred chants whispered to your ears from the third Heaven, until envy was a plan a Cherub wanted to see materialize
Convincing words, the future of Heaven we coveted the passage to the gift of life we held in our tribe hands
The holistic plan and His vision for the image of woman, child, man
The grievances of the Morning Star refused to adhere, exalted unto earth in his manifested, souls reaping upon the hellish slay
Shouted to the Heavens his denial, to be like the Most High, Hell created with the Creator children, in the synagogue of darkness they pay to play
An easy way to lose one self, reaching for a false promise, the comfort in the haste comes with strife, it comes with a price, when adopting a false narrative, wrong is now considered right, as these thoughts daily consume human life
Reaching for the divine, aging, brittle bones, in sickness and in health, wondering about your afterlife, to repent becomes a race against time
The hunger to an embattled soul, is a thirst the sky needs in the sacred mentality of its celestial prime
Meditations, chants filled with empty words the intellect hopes when it prays
In the Revelation of time, the wandering flock will gravitate in denial, I am the Goddess who tells you there is rebirth, seek and you shall find it along your way
You sit upon your Cosmic throne and question in disbelief
Until illness has bathed the temple in remorse, too scared to close your eyes and give unto eternal rest
Cleanse your mind, uphold your divine, and peace you will greet at best
Only the souls who cannot hear the whispers promised in His name
Sloth in the survival of Heavenly shame
My words have been around long before the Caucus mountains stood
Wisdom is to share as it always will, as it always should
The truth gives credence to knowledge for eyes who may or may not come to see
Upon carnage to a world upside down praised without spiritual reprieve
Sacred gifts to see clearer within an ordained mind
Find your mission in life your confession will never be found in the ideology of the sublime
My mission on earth is to wade through the waters and encourage weary souls to look upon their own salvation
Your mind, your heart, your soul becomes your way of life, denial of its trepidation
Look upon the skies, and you will find the scrolls of Heaven written, it is not by man
Messages upon earth echoed, and yes, I will always continue to stand
Hallowed be thy name to find the darkness within the heart, illuminate it, and cure with the gift of my hands
In the beginning the earth was dark without void
Heaven and Earth were never meant to be spiritually coiled
Made in His image, unto life by mortals, his creed, his purpose guided by his divinity footsteps
Until the slaughter of thy brother in the fields, two nations of evil and good unleashed
Which is now, promised by the water of salvation, and ascend by the ashes after death
Om mani padme hum
Egungun-oya is a goddess of divination in the Yoruba tradition. She is the mother of the Egungun, the collective spirits of the ancestral dead.
Egungun-oya is honored and invoked in the Odun Egungun festivals, which are held in various parts of Yorubaland to celebrate and communicate with the ancestors. The festivals involve elaborate masquerades, music, dance, and rituals.(cited 07-30-2026)Kemymalia (K.)™
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