Harmony In Sacred Cloaked Wings

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 always roam
Hell, on earth as 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 Earth and Hell shall entwine

Hearts of stone, uncaged as they hellish roam
Remain standing strong, while 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
Pale-faced 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 to keep your intellect uplifted, baptized and never have fallen or acknowledge stigmatic persecution, upon the blood of my divine Orb, most come to understand what is false and who is real

Lucifer is within the mind, flames igniting the destructive torch of thy righteous heart
Right and Wrong, God’s true purpose given from the beginning of time in its natural and purest state of art
Earthly Messengers, yes, we see, we 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 Revelation 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 in the mist of stress, when a soul cannot find the 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, Fornication its salacious duality, when blind minds have been put to bed
Your actions, your self-damnation, your two-edged 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

As-sal?mu ?Alaykum

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