Thy Kingdom Come...

I’ve gotten multiple inquiries asking me in regard to why I write about Angels
If I close my eyes, I can picture the reminisce of Hell and Heaven, as if I was there among the three Kings journeying, awaiting to see a false illusion in a manger      
Ancient times is so misunderstood,  
Everyone claiming to be some Demigod or the encircled one in grandeur rites of the five rings of witchhood    
 
Looking down from above inhaling the doctrine The Father-Earth, The Son-Hell, The Holy Ghost- Heaven    
The Monks, The Preacher, the Theologist and its total disregard to give warning of the number eleven    
Chaos, suffrage, doom and gloom, ask the insipid man who celebrates Thanksgiving in the eleventh month    
Then Black Friday, Moorish souls showcased as labored consecrated meat, money given upfront    
Paganism holidays we give unto the almighty dollar    
We worship consumerism ideology, empty pockets we bow, nonetheless, money to sustain the cost of living, is only getting smaller

That sacredness to behold the truth and stand in the light is a rare and unforetold gift      
Spoken words from the mind can never explain that galactic drift             
I am who I am, I run free, no ancestral chains, I live as I breathe        
You may read the brushstrokes upon my pages, the veils of me      
In this lifetime you will never be able to touch the mysterious of my femininity mystique