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The Beautiful Calling From The Womb (Birth- COTS)

We are the unheard voices once a Queen’s egg has met the King’s sperm, in that moment, we are your soul’s reflection your next generation, bearing undiscovered gifts    
From that joyous occasion our mission on earth has been ordained by the winds of time unto your vessel the blessing unto the darkness, the river of life’s Big Bang theory’s our creation blended in that blissful mist    
Molecules exploding into tiny pieces of a miracle to find that fertile wanton egg, the hope in the royal flow, as impending life drift, unto that direct divine hit    
We will come with eyes to see the wonders of the world    
As compassion as we are told in Heaven as we await our birth    
   
Ten months in the Creator’s care, forming us to thrive, is where life truly begin    
In the midst of passion, desires, lust, adultery, fornication, our innocence is blinded to the consequences of sin    
We are a beautiful replica of your DNA your fragile Y(female) X (male) chromosome    
We are implanted into the u-terus, we are inborn with compassionate traits to love in peace, learn lesson in life, grieve and heal the souls when the stars are out of reach    
Our divine cries unto the earth once we see unto the light, is Heavenly beautiful celestial tones    
We are the hieroglyphics etched from your lineage, we carry your bloodline though each pulsate as you take a breath    
We require pure air and the circulating oxygenated blood in all its heart-pumping wealth    
   
It keeps our developing brain, keen, insightful, sharp, where no harm shall come to intellect before we learn from yours    
Stimulate our outside surrounding with positive conversations in all its glory    
Not dark stories of hate, violence, rage, we do not know what the word mean when we hear the word, purgatory    
Unto the man unto you his seed was conceived    
We are formed to be of higher vibrations of what you teach our mind in life by what you perceive    
   
Righteously teach unto the child and the way it shall go, they will be humble to demand, command    
The lineage where feet once pilgrimage, tells our history, the Children of the Sun as past, present, and future shall stand    
The biblical meaning of our name, our struggles, that is the ritual of generation ties between, woman, child, and man    
May the act of your consummation be in the act of spiritual alliance or the rite of passage, and not befall upon the next generation House Of Card, where darkness of the Earth it shall bleed    
The womb in the desire of fornication will be driven of the need    
Unto the bed of sin, the flesh will be the catalyst of celestial’s greed    
The birth of lust of your thoughts, your passion, cradled by the womb    
   
Quantum wavelengths from the ammonitic fluid we bathe in as given our celestial mission as we bond with the Creator within the vessel of our transporting.    
Ears unto our embryonic stage given, are we to slide into a word of mental pollution    
Governed your cruel world, encased in civil revolutions    
Shouts to the streets, deafness to be heard    
We were promised to hear the morning tweet of soaring birds    
Is this the right vessel, unto the laws of gravity energy never dies    
What under a man shall leave his mother and cleave unto his wife and they should be as one    
We hear the protests, the lies you tell your child when the truth is what that already see in front of their questionable eyes    
   
We are the future of your lifestyle, will my nostrils inhale the air of discontent, universal unrest    
The Book Of Revelations, I feel on my back as I am still attached to the placenta upon my mother’s breast    
The peace before my damnation, society’s branded lashing welts    
The moment how Mary felt when she saw her son Jesus wept    
The birth of my arrival, as I make the descend    
The sea of my deliverance, the canal stretched wider from the soul to cross into a new destiny    
Now birthed into a life as, Me    
   
I hear Angels and I see Devils, during each centimeter, a test of the Creator’s faith to see if I want to reborn in any centimeter, rebirth, in a darken evolution    
The pain of each centimeter is a divine conversation, and temptation of spiritual restoration greatest contribution    
This is how the Children of the Sun look upon the sacred rite of birth and death    
They are spiritually entwined, and its origins in the throes of karma's fate of breath    
   
#ChildrenOfTheSunSeries
Written by SweetKittyCat5
Published | Edited 24th Apr 2023
Author's Note
Listen to the cry of a woman in labor at the hour of giving birth - look at the dying man's struggle at his last extremity, and then tell me whether something that begins and ends thus could be intended for enjoyment.

Soren Kierkegaard

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