Amulets In The Creation Of Time...

Charlatans' amulets fastened around necks, speaking of greatness from the beguiling mouth                
There is only knowledge in the power of an oral dialect ascending of its vessel without in doubt                
Who on earth mighty stands                
Or who will we ever have the key to the Creator’s book of life no matter how many Deities one professes to worship by tribe or by a religious clan        
                 
Asking for one more day to repent          
Begging for prayers to be sent          
On death beds asking where, and why      
Is there a Heaven and can I get my wings to fly          
I have heard the last-minute pastoral rites before death          
Seen the sadness when souls know this is the end, cannot even gasp a last breath          
Tongues wagging in the saga of divinity, reflexology, astrology, and numerology        
I can only speak from my Chakra channeling, careful not to cast thy first stone        
Upon an old world, and the history of my ancestry who never received a sanctified time to atone        
        
The Sun could never understand or comprehend the illuminated mysteries of the moon        
Within the covenant of the galaxy unto the stars at night it only shall swoon        
Not by this world's gender, the philosophical of pagan religions, or the hue of race        
Will I give consent to judge my journey, my path, my mission, or to assuaged with such scrupulous lineage to debate it, or even berate        
Life is breathed into our nostrils by the first cry        
From there we battle every day to return back to the paradox of the sky        
        
With eyes wide shut I glimpsed the world in all its beauty, its ugliness, for the containment of souls and what it truly is                
By the blood of the lamb, we have choices who we are, who will we become, and how we chose to live                
Evil, wickedness, to appease the masses                
Sitting on couches, telling their twisted life stories after the mentality crashes              
Where are we heading, we are here now, other than ashes to ashes                
Zombified existence to abide, when learning of the ten commandments or the pledge of allegiance has been taken out of most classes                    
He who preaches from the synagogue of dark disdain with false enlighten, shall bite upon his own tongue        
Shall not enter the beautiful passage of thy Kingdom will come              
   
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