Upon the Sacred Scrolls

Humanity you sit in the circle of blessed miracles, my helm, have been reached              
My universal most trusted infinitive disciples may the gospel of the truth you must always preach              
Is the hindrance of your thoughts, Judas cascaded in envy to be              
I am venerated among the roaring echoes of ripple currents found in the depths of a darken unmovable sea 

             
Lost in the cyclone when trying to define what the minds cannot understand in the quietness of its mental euphoric elements of divine degrees                      
Let thy will be done always comfort the cerebral cortex, instill positive grains of generational worthy deeds              
That spiritual essence is the food of the intellect, and soothing to the heart to grant its afro-stratigraphic needs 

            
The kiss of treachery will betray humanity thrice              
False twined perceptions of politics will be obscured from the common man’s eyes              
Housed on Earth to live a prosperous existence, eat of the sea, inhale clean air, it’s a universal present until the afterlife takes a mortal’s last breath          
Imminent rebirth after death          
What have you done to the world          

You have declared war upon your land          
Battles you’ve lost, for woman, child, and man          
Shaking hands in peace, blood on your hands from broken treaties between governments, who now rules the land          
Pestilence, teratogens, violating the present of Mother Nature          
You gave the world a Book of myths, and told fables of a baby prophecy placed in a manger          
You pledge love in the name of your demigods, yet you cannot feed a begging stranger          
Divination is an act of faith which shadows its path                  
In the mirror, reflective eyes see, wraith, doom, despair, yet devoid of peace the incoming equation of earthly math 

                  
Shifting through the realm of time, beyond the light years from the moon                    
Where ancient secrets of our race blooms                    
The spirit of my staff touched waters where Moses was drawn from the Nile and blessed the streams that flowed from the Blue Lagoon                    
The Knights of the Round Table marched in battle within the flag, peace, war swayed                    
Catholics slaughtered the Templers for practicing ungodly rage

          
                    
The third eye vison, to see, and feel the pulsate sights as once Nostradamus                    
The clarity as clear as a window from your history to my nostrils drift the smell of another place, our Yoruba Gods bows to us Sun Goddesses’ wisdom and the kindred knowledge of our esoteric serenity each way it may shift 

                
The tears of Mary seeped on that hill in Golgotha, her presence Yeshua took reverence we beseech                    
A Seer she loved spirituality who died in vain from his mouth the begotten one did teach                  
Love, honor, and obey, the golden rule of life He unto his disciples He did preach                    

Unexplained dead foul polluting the seas, the land, housed with maggots, the truth of destruction hid in the whys

Humanity’s conquest to capture, birds in captivity in cages refusing to flee once forgetting how now to fly  
Bye bye birdie you have wings, soar higher, higher, to the cradle of the skies                  
        
The religions of the world, yet no one heart stands to be right                    
Minds castrated by the laws of the Freemasons, the Skulls and Bones, the Illuminati, symbols in views, yet the puppeteers remain out of sight      
Mood-altering medications to subdue thoughts with hidden mind control infused with government plights                    
The devoid of goodness shall flood the heart, spiraling in the ways of the convincing beast              
Only ignorance shall sit and entertain self, when the world is revolving   

Mouths are for food, a passage for the soul where infinity meets              
Upon the soul the serpent always tricks upon the web in the lair of bitter treats 

   
My mind is an open book  
Show me your pages where love, peace and faith can never be hidden or mistook  
Is it written upon your sacred scrolls if I take a quick look  
The Euphrates River is drying up  
Unto my lips allow my spiritual salvation to swirl in my Grand Rising cup  
Shalom and slowly sip  
And marinate in the glory of its beautiful miraculous gifts      
 
 
“Assalamu Alaikum”  

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