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The Queen (The Awakening-COTS)
What do you leave the next generation with a sense of technology addiction
Eyes reading books with keystrokes is like a Bible with false benedictions
There is peace residing in this Divine Queen, from the contemplation stamped all over my soul, my conscious, our my inherited oath
Give love to the needy and refrain from souls who wear badges of contempt, dark intellectually, blinded by the spite of cognitive enlightenment of light that systemically gloat
Your world is centuries old
From the B.C, the Roman Empire, and on earth, hidden behind Nephillim’s ancient roaming souls
Not to befall the reverent of its malevolent scrolls
Unto the enchantress may the winds keep you in the cradle of earths' needs
The element of ordained seeds to fertile soil to always reap the fruits of peace
Low vibrations earthlings, we hear the unbalance of your festering mind
No rebirth to the skies, when slithering from God grapevines
The Children Of The Sun we come in peace
Fragile mentalities, we look upon, as fire has consumed and too low to reach
Where the beauty of those Pearly Gates, the Morning Star will never patrol
Deserting of souls, voices shattered, life expectancy wailing in doom
Lucifer you taught your gnomes to bring discontent, acid rain, gloom
Refusing to set their tormented soul free
Tainted blood from the slaughtered sheep
You take unto your mouth the bitterness of your hatred, to cast weakness unto your lips you shall draw to eat
We are the truth in your saliva, that you spit out in shame
Obscurity in the knowledge to discern, fate is worse, when destiny does not know thy name
My Queen, we hear you, we sense your energy
My King…can you hear me I am in the sea of depravity
We will find you
My… King… time is imminent, its dark here….
My… Queen... My Queen
Where does the compass point
My Lord, we are over Babylon
Lieutenant, blend our arrival within the clouds, then prepare to descend this spacecraft deep in the sea, we resurface, then we hunt the land
Eyes reading books with keystrokes is like a Bible with false benedictions
There is peace residing in this Divine Queen, from the contemplation stamped all over my soul, my conscious, our my inherited oath
Give love to the needy and refrain from souls who wear badges of contempt, dark intellectually, blinded by the spite of cognitive enlightenment of light that systemically gloat
Your world is centuries old
From the B.C, the Roman Empire, and on earth, hidden behind Nephillim’s ancient roaming souls
Not to befall the reverent of its malevolent scrolls
Unto the enchantress may the winds keep you in the cradle of earths' needs
The element of ordained seeds to fertile soil to always reap the fruits of peace
Low vibrations earthlings, we hear the unbalance of your festering mind
No rebirth to the skies, when slithering from God grapevines
The Children Of The Sun we come in peace
Fragile mentalities, we look upon, as fire has consumed and too low to reach
Where the beauty of those Pearly Gates, the Morning Star will never patrol
Deserting of souls, voices shattered, life expectancy wailing in doom
Lucifer you taught your gnomes to bring discontent, acid rain, gloom
Refusing to set their tormented soul free
Tainted blood from the slaughtered sheep
You take unto your mouth the bitterness of your hatred, to cast weakness unto your lips you shall draw to eat
We are the truth in your saliva, that you spit out in shame
Obscurity in the knowledge to discern, fate is worse, when destiny does not know thy name
My Queen, we hear you, we sense your energy
My King…can you hear me I am in the sea of depravity
We will find you
My… King… time is imminent, its dark here….
My… Queen... My Queen
Where does the compass point
My Lord, we are over Babylon
Lieutenant, blend our arrival within the clouds, then prepare to descend this spacecraft deep in the sea, we resurface, then we hunt the land
Published 30th Mar 2023
| Edited 23rd Feb 2024
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Turn your face to the sun and the shadows fall behind you.
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30th Mar 2023 2:53am
We need to help Mother Nature keep the Earth clean. Keep on writing my Queen.
30th Mar 2023 8:36pm
my dear friend these stanzas covers the spill the best
Evil, wickedness, to appease the masses
Sitting on couches, telling their twisted life stores after the mentality crashes
Where are we heading, we are here now, other than ashes to ashes
Existence to abide, when accepting the laws of the ten commandments
To bear the souls for immortality, sacred incantations whispered from lips as a universal enchantress
What do you leave the next generation with a sense of technology addiction
Eyes reading books with keystrokes is like a Bible with false benedictions
There is peace residing in this Divine Queen, from the contemplation stamped all over my soul, my conscious, our my inherited oath
Give love to the needy and refrain from souls who wear badges of contempt, dark intellectually, blinded by the spite of cognitive enlightenment of light that systemically gloat
Your world is centuries old
From the B.C, the Roman Empire, and on earth, hidden behind Nephillim’s ancient roaming souls
Not to befall the reverent of its malevolent scrolls
Unto the enchantress may the winds keep you in the cradle of earths' needs
The element of ordained seeds to fertile soil to always reap the fruits of peace
well spoken my friend
Evil, wickedness, to appease the masses
Sitting on couches, telling their twisted life stores after the mentality crashes
Where are we heading, we are here now, other than ashes to ashes
Existence to abide, when accepting the laws of the ten commandments
To bear the souls for immortality, sacred incantations whispered from lips as a universal enchantress
What do you leave the next generation with a sense of technology addiction
Eyes reading books with keystrokes is like a Bible with false benedictions
There is peace residing in this Divine Queen, from the contemplation stamped all over my soul, my conscious, our my inherited oath
Give love to the needy and refrain from souls who wear badges of contempt, dark intellectually, blinded by the spite of cognitive enlightenment of light that systemically gloat
Your world is centuries old
From the B.C, the Roman Empire, and on earth, hidden behind Nephillim’s ancient roaming souls
Not to befall the reverent of its malevolent scrolls
Unto the enchantress may the winds keep you in the cradle of earths' needs
The element of ordained seeds to fertile soil to always reap the fruits of peace
well spoken my friend
