Reborn In A Womb Of Darkness

Have you ever closed your eyes and peeked through the gateway of time    
The body here, suspended mind  
Witnessed the magnification of constellations unbeknown beings of aether not of your kind    
Conventional aspirations intellectual awareness you share    
Unto its own divination you are not here nor there    
    
Knowledgeable by the stars, sacred scrolls meeting upon a planetary    
Converging spirituality of entwined mysteries in the covenant of earth’s disciplinary    
The heart granted to pulsate in sync    
Within the cosmic allegiance, psyches unlocked the sanctioned third eye to think    
Escaping in the throne of darkness, devoid of earthly sounds    
Entering a sphere of evil and goodness battleground    
   
Separatism of souls not aligned with the gifts of the ascending spirits    
Fate and destiny the evolution of reawakening plays into the cathedral of Karma’s lyrics    
DNA code from Stem Cells determines, who you were, who you are    
Lights years away, the galaxy grooms you, implants wisdom to use, traveling for shelter, a soul comes so far    
   
Ascending higher    
Kissing the afterlife unto a transcending superior power    
One less oracle to bear when searching for the calling of Heaven’s choir    
The embodiment of life, has been left behind    
Embodiment of mortal beliefs commemoration judges, as you once stood in the presence among mankind    
   
Sacred temples reverting in the cradle of your self-worth    
A seed of shame or a seed of blessed salvation reformed in a barren womb giving life unto the placenta’s rebirth    
Subconscious contortions of Deja vu    
The glimpses of the past to guide you, your decree have lived upon dimensions    
The promise from the Creator bestowed onto you    
Previous entities, unto your palate, in merit of remembrance, your spiritual food    
   
Reach deep inside yourself, meditate a shifted aura of yesteryears    
As you reside in the present, be devoid of any fears    
Renounce the dread, when loss of life occurs, and accept energy never dies    
It only revolutionizes      
In death, there is hollow be thy clam in rejuvenation    
To have been, and now, never was, its mystic found in the remake of one’s self in cerebral celebration    
   
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