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Mother Of Creation (Eve)
Archangel Michael the time of spiritual evolution has come for you to reveal who I am and what contributions I added unto Heaven
In the year of killing fields, blood will pour as never before
Expert implanted technology and manmade wars
Most will be asking what lies beyond the stars
Only the spiritual of your minds gets you past Mars
The battle was to kick evil out the third Heaven into the abyss
Reopen your eyes, cries will pierce thy ears
Food shortage, no medication quells your fears
Your government has made your fingers slow
And our national integrated intelligence even faster, to go with the flow
Eve
Eve (/ˈiːv/; Hebrew: חַוָּה, Modern: Ḥava, Tiberian: Ḥawwā; Arabic: حَوَّاء, romanized: Ḥawwāʾ; Persian: حوا, romanized: Ḥavā; Greek: Εὕα, romanized: Heúa; Latin: Eva, Heva; Syriac: ܚܰܘܳܐ romanized: ḥawâ)
Let the truth be known from the scrolls of Heaven
Not written by the begotten hands of time, centuries wagging of false myths twenty-four seven
I was molded of the same clay as the first man
Blessed over from the nostrils of the Creator, as to be subservient, obedient to the superior of his command, by the natural laws of spiritual govern where the man’s loins rule where he stands
One voice, we were to be two hearts
Conjoined by the mind, body, from the sunrise in the Garden of Eden until midnight as the stars blanket the sky at dark
My pulsate quickens when the first man came unto me
I was chosen by the Creator unto my King to roam Heaven to share the air with the birds, the water with the schools of fish, and Earth, to see the pollination of the bees
Divinity in the food we had partaken to the lips as we ate
Love touches to our virginal skin, lust concealed in his eyes, soft caresses in our whispers, the moments brewing in the winding of our unsuspected fate
Mm... our yesses, and our moans became more ardent, under the tree of knowledge our promises resonated, were we the only two listening to the desires wishes my love
Our union in paradise we wanted, needed, unto the blending of yearns, generations disunite if there ever was
Were not our actions of craving beyond the benediction of forbidden passion
In the moments of coveting the stirring of the first man’s elongation and in act of my femininity discretion, has it caused all this celestial chaos
Is it not sacredly ordained from above
The first man turned his back, and I stood alone under that tree, a voice of soothing reason
Do Thy Will come with many seasons, only one choice leads to divine treason
I glanced down, it looked like a brown long branch springing forth, and I touched to test its firmness, to see if the hanging pairs was ripe, they were so, temptation as I was forbid not to
I was curious my first man, to taste of this strange force of nature forbidden pleasure, of its hard spiritual food
I lay open unto my womb and the Archangel came unto me
My first man I introduced him into the wiles of the sensations of feeling rapture of my new rose colored world
I danced for him, I held the fixation of his eyes, as I twirled
My kisses to his willing lips I unfurled
The first man of the creation of the time
Sunk deep into the offering of my creamy centered fruit and his lips tasted mine
To those forbidden emotions so sweet, so tender
His body, uncontrollably, as he totally surrendered
We realized we felt the ecstasy in the sensation in the making of two nations
Our eyes were now earthly opened
We heard a thundering voice, shamefulness as it has spoken
His endowment looked mighty good to my eyes
Her Nubian curvaceous form caused my nature to rise
The first man pulled me close and captured the sweetness of my lips, our souls became entwined
I kissed over his body
Unto his rib, he became mine
I gave her the power over my kingdom as she uni-lateral my throne
My Angel
My helpmeet, the beholder of my universal, and even better, my wet dream
The woman who walks a thousand chameleons as the Eve unto herself
Queen, Angel, Warrior, Seer, Seductress
Always keep the soul cleansed for everyone to come in passing to accept
We will protect our Heavens at all cost
You fight with weapons, how do you fight machines, and what would be lost
From the invasion as Hell breaks out on Earth
Spiritual beings are on Earth to combat in the evolution of rebirth
Everything goes back to beginning of time from life to death
This dimension is the gift of your wealth
I am Eve
The first woman born from the gift of the skies
Until Mother Earth to conceive
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My friend what a beautiful spill
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Well my Eve this beautiful I might say. Sexually exquisite. Well a fitting piece to the first King and Queen of mankind.
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The Stone Age Civilization (Wilma Flintstone)
A Queen Among Her Time
Yes, I am the woman who created a civilization out of brick l as labored with love to give humanity a foundational beginning, stone by stone
To give a world where women can thrive to bestow unconditional love to a King all night long
When he returns from the labor by the sweat of his brow from a Quarry Cave, the warmth of a Queen who awaits his heart, with warm biscuits from the Hearth layered with persevered marmalade
Unto her bosom he rests his head, softness cradled by her femininity, as his wandering thoughts atone
In the silence of chaos that permeates an existing world
Adorned from the Garden of Eden, as the Giants are gone, and progress pushing days for peace to unfurl
Inquisitive eyes will look back upon at our Stone Age Goddesses within this realm to see we were strong, we were loyal, we had faith, and our judgment unto each other was always fair seeming
We gave unto our hemisphere of time, manmade wishing, and the paradox of futuristic dreams
In a land where the mirror of serenity dwells in our heart
No malice found in the shroud of ignorance, even the Sun shines and kisses the interchange of the Moon’s ominous dark
We were chosen by fate and destined to be
Our society ordained by the Dove flying from higher, we were the remnants of Noah’s Ark
From the Heavens, I am Mother’s Nature renewed start
I have walked among the Supreme Kings
Given unto my hand to be his forevermore Queen
The universal is our everlasting nuptial ring
We honor in truth the Water where royalty of lost voices continues in unity to sing
Our hands have planted within the soil the tree of wisdom, we have deeply embedded the seeds of knowledge in the bed of Universal’s Earth
With the torch of Allah’s Fire we light the way for humanity with Frankincense to give safe homage of rebirth
I am the second generation of Eve of many lifetimes, as whispered words my beloved has claimed me and comes deep into my sacred passage as our ancient souls entwine, with the cosmic Air we, breathe in our everlasting need
My Sire, clenching me tighter, groaning to my skin, Yaby Daba Doo his soul blending, in my sacred Chi One love when he is locking between the portal of my thighs
I am blessed to reach the helm of the skies
I give nations hope beyond my window of mounted rocks
Looking on the horizon, there will come a time when society befalls to the tick of the clock
A living separated by the feast of the Have and Have Nots
The ocean shore will cry unto the earth as her fury shall pour
The terrain cries for peace where it will not be obtained any more
Stolen by the seeds planted upon the scrolls the forefathers indoctrinated by will
In the land of Bedrock there are no acts to kill or steal
We love all like you are second kin
We do not give credence to hate as the Serpent or as the Jinn
I am the woman who loves and may the heart of my song be heard upon generations
To be the Psalms of this stones age Queen who give of her sacred greatness
As my King will say, Yaby Daba Doo
And from his staff and the crescent of Allah's Sun and His Moon may it be accepted as gifts from our Stone Age Civilization as spiritual food
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Repentance (Mary Magdalene)
Mary Magdalene (sometimes called Mary of Magdala, or simply the Magdalene or the Madeleine) was a woman who, according to the four canonical gospels, traveled with Jesus as one of his followers and was a witness to His crucifixion and resurrection. She is mentioned by name twelve times in the canonical gospels, more than most of the apostles and more than any other woman in the gospels, other than Jesus's family
When earthly whispers no longer in life can console
The upside cross of this civilization in the Land of Nod, leads the flock to a deep sinkhole
There is nothing more deserving to see the mind reflection is dark
Stem cells in my melaninated content, where the spiritual realm, I lark
Sacred Scrolls must be given, must be told
Reverence of unchained energy is not of old
To pardon the democracy of Heaven and Hell, as blood still seeps in burial ground
Forebode and ancestry speaks shh... you can hear if you do not make a sound
Native land, footsteps branded on the soil by the Moorish man
You give the world a book fables, with insect, murder, fornication, and adultery, and you ask to hold my hand
When the Constitution of our forefathers refuse to acknowledge blood still seeps from the vast land
Where sacred chants from the soil your ancestors stole
Sacred chants you may tell a stone
Genocide, pilgrimage, ethnic cleaning the stars, the moon, can never be atone
The Revelation of whips and chains are clamoring from the mountaintop
Aren’t we all waiting for the great tribulations, as eyes look up for glory, knees to the terrain we will drop
Natural disasters upon the shores the beginning of trepidation
I am not the martyr that you should never fear
My frontier is sky miles in the remnants of fallen tears
Occurrences from sky wars
The battle of Heaven, Earth, and in the depth where the water pours
Do you know who you truly are
I come from the vines of Israel and Hebrew is my astral star
What good is a woman in nakedness that does not know her worth when she is clothed
The femininity of her grace it speaks the mystical wonders she bears deep in her soul
We cleanse the properties of our spirits when we are bare skinned
Shh… do not speak when Lucifer roams or you will allow him in
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You truly no who you are my Queen, your value and worth are priceless. Wisdom is birth from your womb. Knowledge is yours to bestow on others. The more knowledge you have the more responsibility you have to serve your fellow brothers and sisters. You serve your duty well. May Allah bestow his grace and mercy upon you my Queen .
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Thea Philopator (Koinē Greek: Κλεοπάτρα Θεά Φιλοπάτωρ[note 5] lit. (Cleopatra)
Cleopatra VII Thea Philopator, commonly known as Cleopatra, was the last active ruler of the Ptolemaic Kingdom of Egypt. She reigned from 51 BC until her death in 30 BC. Cleopatra is renowned for her intelligence, political acumen, and her romantic liaisons with prominent Roman figures Julius Caesar and Mark Antony.
Secrets found within the galaxy’s alignment
The allurement of fate cast of no resentments to circumvent
Within the benediction of the Sun, the Stars, and the Moon, governed by the Ankh in the palm of my hand
My compass voyage upon it as I proudly stand
A beautiful song blanketed of its journey, as a muse’s lullaby to any mortal man
Echoed from the four corners of the vast great lands
As my ancestral jeweled crown graces proudly on top of my head
Words of passion, love, spoken desires, a silken odyssey to explore once in my bed
The thirst of my knowledge streaming and beautifully felt all up in your head
Fools rush in where Angels never fear to tread
We as ancient Queens
From the sky given our fertile wombs we bear as we ceremonially bow unto Moorish Kings
We silence the stigmata tongues in moments in humbleness, only wisdom twist the providence of my mental key
Trickling rainfalls to covet any perceptual sensations, as you sink deeper into my psyche abilities
From my bearer as my water is quietly sipped to inspire
As a Moth is drawn to my intellectual stimulating fire
What your own intellect cannot perceive on a higher spiritual degree
Fills a wicked tongue in thoughts of ignorance, darkness of hearts, minds
Misconceptions to earthy deceive
In the queues of my gentle whispers, entangled temple christening, we extol
Sacred sensations I softy give unto the benediction from my head down to my toes
Inferiority spreads for the obscurity found in the fire as earth quietly bestows
Rebirth in the caresses of my arms found, rapture, ecstasy, yearn in tow
I flow with the highest power, enlightenment given to and fro
Uplifting your mind as my presence cajoles
Tenderly playing the heart strings stimulating the chasm of your soul
The vast universe of my knowledge I lay at the tiller of humanity feet
Blending vernaculars, echoing temples engaging upon our Holistic meet
Weaving around each other's souls, I walk in faith
A King's staff is the equilibrium of his shadow uplifting his soul, giving credence to his purpose
Soothing endearments in its wake
Mm.. I commune with you my King from off the same hymn sheets
Gyrating melodies of our life songs, oh how sweet
Emotional medicine given as the sands of time, stolen moments flowing at free will
Mm.. got you mesmerized, your heart palpitations once standing still
Kneeling in honor of my lascivious goodwill
The last breath of life determines who you would meet
If your soul is wicked, darkness you shall greet
Therefore, play, laugh, live, and embrace to love, but never assume
It only dulls your limelight, increases your values of self-mental gloom and doom
As the saying goes, when you assume you make an ass, out of self
Stand for the witness of your presence to soar after earth has been left
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“Heavy is the head that wears the crown.” (Jezabel-Part I of II)
Jezebel (/ˈdʒɛzəbəl, -bɛl/;[1][2][3] Hebrew: אִיזֶבֶל, Modern: ʾĪzével, Tiberian: ʾĪzeḇel) was the daughter of Ithobaal I of Tyre and the wife of Ahab, King of Israel, according to the Book of Kings of the Hebrew Bible (1 Kings 16, 1 Kings 16:31
Oh, thy King Ahab of the fairest of thy sacred land
You are the most influential above any God, where you stand
I am the Queen who sits by you, and you are your own man
I will rule as your second voice of reasoning
Your words, the law of our covenant will be exorcised among many seasonings
Let not thy heart be worried with God’s law
We are here among the giants, we are the vision the sinful, divinity have not saw
Turn your heart away from this... this ruler who calls himself a deity, unspeakable blasphemy until he kneels at my knee
We will rule until our day of destiny
Lay upon my bosom, my King, who within this Kingdom defines our way will not remain tall
This God with his way of understanding will never allow us to take a fall
Allow this deity who would benefit this Kingdom
Our name upon sacred scrolls will spill from lips from the Heavens to the rise of the Sun
Each mortal will know right from wrong, excuse thy will, his own lament never come undone
We are victors and if battle ensues, we will have already won
My Queen, who is this ruler that has shone for you in the apple of your treachery eyes
The truth in the hand is worth more than holy wars based on the foundation of wicked lies
I thrive to be unto the righteous the servants of my scepter and kindness shall be me just to the masses
The improvised, the mortals without social classes
Never to incite war where blood drops seep into the soil and only blades clashes
Tell this ruler no one above my insignia shall have a say upon the right hand of my throne
We are ordained under Yahweh’s oath and that is to remain for all the days short and the nights long
What have my Queen traded upon her favor or such depravation, where wickedness feaster in her heart
Betrayal upon the stars where beauty soothe the beast in the temple of dark
Leave me and go to this entity and advise I will not turn against my God, so shall it be written so shall it be smite
And that vow is to be mandated by the lovely neck of my wife
The passion of a King is to lay between the solace of his Queen’s thighs
Obey my Crown’s order and together we shall rise
Be gone
My Lord, my King is refusing to give in
Give him time, my Queen, we will be the cascade above the candor of sin
By the high moon of its rotation
I will have the love and trust of my King’s devotion
Baal, I will serve unto you
For the fruit of our labor, until the reign our alliance we will not lose
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A great observation of the first woman on earth!!!
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A Regal Queen Unto Her Throne A Female Pharaoh (Hatshepsut)
Hatshepsut[a] (/hɑːtˈʃɛpsʊt/ haht-SHEPP-sut; c. 1507–1458 BC) was the Great Royal Wife of Pharaoh Thutmose II and the fifth Pharaoh of the Eighteenth Dynasty of Egypt, ruling first as regent, then as queen regnant from c. 1479 BC until c. 1458 BC (Low Chronology). She was Egypt's second confirmed queen regnant, the first being Sobekneferu/Nefrusobek in the Twelfth Dynasty
Whispered strangulation winds tells me
As my Dragon Blood Incense bellows in the wind to allow the direction of my mind to roam free
The seven Chakras may it guide my conscious of awareness to the powers that be
Voices from my ancestries’ belief is stronger than the calamity of a concealed demons or earthly jinn’s
Insignia laminated with blood spillage upon lands in the name by falsehood by the forefathers’ slaughtered upon the innocence origins
I give credence to Mother Earth as my intellect begins
I bow unto acknowledgment for those who are without sins
Spiritual manifestation of the serpent’s tongue
When hearts and chaotic minds continue to cast stones then hide from the sun
The passage of spiritual order balances this earth
Give humble respect to pagans, the atheists, and Christians within humanity and their worth
No one oppresses or can ever degrade the yin-yang of a divine mind
Today, tomorrow, in, or out of time
Only the Creator’s oath of my bloodline makes Heaven beautifully chime
And He does not make mistakes
The DNA in my veins is not for earthly beings to surrogate, underestimate, or to tempt the destiny of its fate
For you unto mercy yours may be obscured in shame
No hand needed to reach passing cloudy skies to bring torrential rain
The caliber of my lineage is proud from the revolt of cotton fields, survived by whips and chains
Only the strong survive in this realm we call life
Most bring good intentions and Hell to the ones who brings daily strife
No doctrines upon pedestals I see to give homage or its receptiveness in plight
I am the darkness from the beginning of time unto me, let there be light
Most will never reach that universal mystique
It has surpassed the Freemasons and now sits upon the laws of the 33rd degree
I am the peace, to uplift, reach, teach or, preach
When dark forces befall within my synagogue, purgatory you place in my path
It is best you place lamb blood over your door, or under I will stream to bring my spiritual wrath
Women’s movement is just a phrase for two evades of superiority and inferiority a stance when someone needs are entwined in despair
It’s liberation in a guilty society, which has manifested for past transgressions when tossed in the air
Inhaling to open the portal of my third eye
The insightful of spirituality and serenity is to always coincide
To bring knowledge not dark wisdom to those who dwell in Hell and use Heaven to earthly fraternize
Stories in life must be written, must be told
Not on the back of harmony to judge my journey where mouths speak venom when tongues roll
Be the believer, the redeemer for your heart to console
Exhaling such incantation, oh such beautiful thy sound
Slowly aligning my mind, body, and soul to stand upon my sacred ground
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Last Night
Desires lie my body down to sleep
My rapture entwined to the universal my soul to keep
If I shall climax before this dream awakes
Call out my name in ecstasy for selective remembrance's sake
On my back I lie, rested, in slumber eyes closed
Up the back of my thighs I feel your tongue softly roll
The cushion of my body the heat of your breath patrols
Mm… the tip of your tongue dipping inside my ear to explore
The helmet of your girth, kissing my rounded derriere, the hole I would love for you to adore
Rendering me senseless for what’s in store
Leaning your chest down
My body attuned to the lust of your beating heart sounds
“Feel me take you in this dream,” whispered with amore
Tingled sensations in anticipation seeping from my pores
If this is a dream, then God give me more
Could not wish upon a better dream to live for
Strong legs, parting my thighs
Inching back, hips palmed, raised to the skies
Sniffing the honeyed aura of my femininity
Right dreamscape for a butter rum identity
Palming my hips for the sweeten taste of fate
The subconscious of my Chi, is reality’s sacred mate
Soft flesh from behind, tantalizing my virgin clit
My body melting with each feverish exploring tongue flick
Sinking from the lashing of the heightened tongue hits
Whimpers cloaked in the state of the sweetest illusion, upon the passionate inflict
Drools trickling, juices escaping to the silken sheets from this wondrous cosmic gift
Body coming undone with the precision of each arrowing slip
Moaning to the Heavens, as I call out your name
In the throne of stirring this lover’s inferno flame
My skin scorched by your coated touch
Oh God, your tongue aimlessly wandering over my buttocks, planting tiny kisses as such
I felt my body moving to the alluring beat of your wicked engulfing heat
Palms clenching my hips tighter, my wet sunken treasure pampered upon my dream of feast
Drowsy now awake
Reaching my hand backwards, palming your neck for the deeper butter rum intake
Back arched
Pussy juices seeping, now unparched
Climaxing from the final tongue dart
Mm…staining your tongue with that sweeten wet stream
Oh…God, an oceanic overflow sensation, so vivid, yet, so serene
Your carnal pleasures bestowing upon me such a saucy dream
Lavishly catered for a butter rum Queen
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Kissed By The Queen Of Rose
Rose Queen (or Apple Queen, Cotton Queen or Harvest Queen) is a local or regional tradition associated with Whitsun processions or June festivals and fêtes similar to May Queen. Annual civic honorific titles are bestowed by local election to particular individuals, typically local young women.
I bloom as I am
Petals to adore, sniffed upon, and even used to cover silk sheets in the ideal of romance
The bed I lay as sunshine brightens above
Petals, Stems, Leaves, Sepals my true melodies of love
A promise from the Creator to only bloom as a majestic work of art
Comforting to know it’s my mortal birthmark
From the sunrays, I stand within the ground, yet hidden
Such beautiful thriving petals, to sunlight my roots are forbidden
A gifted aroma in a decorative bottle
Gently pluck my petals and lay me in a pottle
Intoxicating fragrance magnetic stems of emotion
A revitalized Rose no truer devotion
Take a moonlit stroll through my garden; get high off my blooming soft petals
In this galaxy and time, the mind always needs to be settled
Blooming so proudly while standing among the dark
No written words of love greater from a flower’s warmth than Hallmark
I wear my crown from a midnight bloom ordained by night as the till of hands has chose
From the Moon Flowers to the sweet smell of my Evening Primrose
Cultivated from noon awaken at the nighttime hour
A sweet flower to pamper with an infused pearly gift from a soft rain shower
The darkness is our celestial guide as we bloom in earth’s paradise balanced by the soil of midnight power
If a flower bloomed in the dark, would you still trust it as a soft kiss
Love it with sheer bliss
Cultivate it in a tender moment of reminisce
I came from the darkness of the womb, cultivated, nourished, and bloomed from a planted seed
Given life to trust, however, never any guarantees
I’m a Rose in bloom let’s just admit
I’m not unfit
I try not to just quit
A desired emotional lickety split
If I were perfumed with the fragrance of one of the beautiful flowers that blooms in the dark
And I was lost, you would rely on the essence of your senses where passion once larked
Could you locate me to make it right, rather by sunlight or by passion in its forthright
Capture my heart under illuminating moonlight
Flowers are an intriguing sentiment when giving in life
Just make sure you have the right flower it cuts through the chase of continuous strife
As the moonlit drinks in the essence of the spirit of my silken petals
They are more inclined to blossom with rewarding reactions as water sinking a pebble
And with much greater intentions richer than silver, gold, or precious metals
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There Is Beauty In Darkness, Mine (Queen Persephone)
Hades’ wife is Persephone. She is the daughter of Zeus and Demeter, and she became the queen of the underworld after her abduction by Hades. Persephone is also associated with spring and vegetation, especially grain crops. In art, she is often portrayed robed and carrying a sheaf of grain. Her name has historical variants, including Persephassa and Persephatta
The pentacle my bed of lust, his beloved from Heaven to earth
His chase, reeling me back into his kingdom for a clandestine affair rebirth
Soft kisses up my legs to my inviting soft fold lips
His arousal for me locked in time of an once tryst that floated amidst
Reminisces of yesterday’s handsome Angel, oh thy fallen Morning Star
In Heaven, we once were concealed loves entwined, immortally your reign coveted Venus, wooed on the bed of Mars
Kisses to my inner thighs
Anger of refusal to join him in his fiery demise
Spreading my thighs wider, for such wicked games
Calling out unto him in the height of passion his many names
Loving each and every pronouced word
I am the before and after, the to and fro, the Dove and Hummingbird
Deep inside me, sucking my tits, pulling me closer, splitting my pussy walls with controlled dick hits
My pussy gloving his wondrous gifts
Demanded me to kneel to my knees
Mouth open, his girth invading, suckling down his seeds
Turning me over, sniffing his treasure
His palms gripping my hips, in Angelic language proclaiming my scent in hell for all to measure
His long tongue trailing up the curvature of my spine
Wetting my back, tasting my skin, cupping my breasts, telling me on earth, he’s all mine
Lifting my ass up, legs linking around the back of his neck, grunting, seducing my body, now my mind
As my mouth take him deeper, Haitian caramel coated surprise sixty-nine
Sexing, pleasing me until the break of sunrise
Nails embedded in my supple skin
My juices in slow motion, on his tongue mend
His concubines they savor my flavor off his tongue, my juices to their mouth smoothly blend, he lends
Mm… what a feeling, unbeknown to this world
An escaped Queen of the Damn concubine, Hades’ earthly scented pearl
I own the air you breathe
One snap of my finger I will blow you away like little dust mite seeds
And don’t you forget it when you think you can come up against my powers
I will take you down, spin you around, and eat your heart for dinner in your darkest hour
I am Queen Persephone
Quiet in the shadows and by the blood of the blue moon I am terror to your bones
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The True Essence Of Me (Queen Sephora)
Zipporah (also spelled Sephora) is a fascinating figure in biblical history. She was the wife of Moses, the great leader of the Israelites.
My Dove, may my words to the world be heard as my spirit has asunder from soul and my energy shall continue on
As my soft lullabies I whisper to a beautiful bird as my rebirthed in its divinity shall atone
I was born with vital organs to survive as I live as an earthly loner
What happens when I die as an organ donor
My fate, essence, and creed will live in the body of someone else’s me
My soft smoky gray colored eyes without my corneas
Once implanted, will they see the beauty within the world to embrace in warmth, without deeds of hyperthermia
My French Creole Butter Rum Skin
Used as a graft for someone’s third degree burns to regenerate, the scared nerves to begin
My heart, oh my beautiful heart, the core beat of my pulse
The marathon runner of its stamina as winds chases me from getting lost
Such a vital organ to love, forgive, find peace
If it’s instilled in another body, will it still remember me
My essence, the flow of blood as it pumps through the four chambers
No more a vital organ than the heart, to ever be categorized as life’s disclaimer
My non-toxic kidneys
Will they be given to someone name Cindy or Sidney
Utilized for someone’s else body to filter the toxic need of their creed
Will someone else benefit from breathing with my lungs
Tried and true breathes of life from countless marathon runs
A pair, but if needed from off a lengthily waiting list, then here is your donor’s spare
Remembrance of me as I once walked, ran, or soared by feet on celestial air
Engulf the breeze with each new breath as the winds gently blows through your hair
Waiting list recipients with the call of a beep
Awake with anxiousness, feeling a hint of despair when they fall asleep
Liver Failure without a last hope
Fate bows to them daily as they mentally cope
A liver has been given, someone can now walk a mile
From a donor’s source to now store glycogen, yours can now make its own bile
My favorite essence as it rests inside of me
Thoroughly cleans my blood stream to sustain a function to be
Will you pamper my liver
No alcohol to drown it as if it’s in a river
A glass of Moet it will accept occasionally, no drugs please to my vital organ you shall ever deliver
My sweet pancreas converting my food regulating my glucose
Will you care for it and not live footloose for the most
Knowing it came from a sexy goose, who you now have her golden egg to brag and boast
Vegetarian lifestyle be advised my organs are very spoiled
Therefore, treat them, accordingly, to function well as a car needs premium oil
The true essence of me
So many states, my core will stretch for eyes to see
Appreciated of its vital needs
Another life shall continue to live on
Hopefully, my donated organs will sing, once given an acclamation of a unified song
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