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inpsirational 2 min read 8 views Nov 13, 2026

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I saw your beautiful silhouette in the ether of time
Your breath of passion as you spoke of the uprise of man felt like soothing wine
I called out to you did you adhere to my alluring voice echoing in the wind
The fog of infinity meeting the crossroads, where hearts, minds, souls, softly blend

 

Opening my eyes, looking upward toward the skies
Resonating whispered serenades, embracing lullabies
Upon the universe tasting the warmth of my skin
The sanctuary of my mystique you reside, where it all begins 

 

The sugary flavor of my lips
The curvaceous of my body, your palms outlining my hips
Have you misplaced the definition of your crown
The purpose of your right to life when sacrifices are taking last breaths devoid of earthly sounds
I see the blood inscribed on the walls
Fortune and fame, until they came for spirits after giving all

 

No longer worth the riches, the gold, is my name upon the pearly gates, as I take this Heavenly fall
Why does a righteous being choose to sell their sacred soul
When his or her name is already shrouded in salvation seeping from sacred scrolls
Having the power to be of sound and mind of their own dynasty

 

Does a presence bow to the puppet master, to reap the false deity of greed
Where a life can rest one's head, in a world of make believe
Is there peace found in a man's mating bed, without the doctrines of his intellectual  crown upon his head
Will his loin harvest in the dark to give wicked deities the fruit of his generational seeds

 

This world concept is it a dream 
When we sleep, reality that give us rest for weariness, trouble as it may seem
We awaken to a glorious sunrise
Killing, corporate stealing, racial division, and culture demise

 

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