His Esoteric Ancient Rambling

Two obits axis the earth
In the sanctuary of divinity dust-to-dust we evolve in rebirth  
We are the children who arose, descended from the Heaven’s after given the vows of the sky  
Our hymns to your ears become our sacred lullabies  
The wool of our hair, in strength, eyes shall come to bow upon its commend  
In the assuage of conflicts, the battle cry of man’s loins will always defend  
  
It’s the melanin in our roots unto us its holistically divine  
In solace of Gemini intellects, entwined in the creation of times  
Upon hands instilled in the soil  
Esoteric ancient rambling    
Reaping from the blessing  
On our knees she mummers in her heart, her deepest spiritual confession  
   
Separate my inherited glory from hers  
I am the winds nostrils smells when life unfurls  
You will find the secrets of the first woman in the offerings of her fruitful Garden  
In her turmoil she will be healed and then pardoned  
Upon the tears she refuses to cry    
For the discord of the world her soft whispers with Mother Nature shall softly coincide  
The creation of superiority emerging forth from her womb  
To give Integrity  in the stages of life until the last breath into the afterlife consumes   
 
No one truly understand the gifts of a woman when her footsteps are in sync with God’s original man  
Her presence adapting to balance the universal where she stands  
Let me carry the scars of your ancestral marring embedded upon your back  
Over the seas, I will wade in its depths, across the sands, I will trek    
May the journey of our conjoined spirits never lack  
Cultivate your mind with ancient wisdom of old  
Where our souls' bathes in the foundation of cleansing    
The rite of water baptism' conveys to us the value of our self-worth, foretold  
   
Meeting his aura behind the shadows of the Sun    
Parting the passage of my mystique femininity of spiritual energy    
In the kaleidoscope of its transference, we become as one  
Coveting his centrifuged existence  
He holds the cosmic within his palm, the galaxy is where he sits upon his throne  
In his belief to the Creator, he will atone  
   
At the speed of light, knowledge, and wisdom revealed  
Unrighteous perusing eyes devoid of enlightenment of the seven seals  
I carry over my shoulder the importance of utopia of what all is fair, what is good  
Rib of my rib for all future generations may it remain so to be understood  
   
I love his scent, the way he smells under his neck  
This muscular endowed man who upholds me in my weakened state keeps my paradise wet  
Carrying the load of my burdens by and by  
His chest of assurance, where his heart lie  
The rhythm of my personage    
I feel in his pulsar, where my head now softly reside  
   
   
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