A Nation Can Rise No Higher Than Its Woman

Let the ruins of the Motherland speak from the dusk of the wind    
My voice sailing through the soil of Macedonian as the trees welcome my presence the breeze kissing the roots as I walk by as they bend    
Who dares tread upon the ancestral rite of betrayal, love, and the politics of pain  
Close your eyes and feel the era in the supremacy of life’s reign    
Mm... now that I am free upon the sidereal, my hollowness shall breathe    
   
Let my tender serenades across my land soothe your weary soul, my handsome man    
Unto my throne, bow to me, grasp my hand, in the castle we shall dance    
Let me hear the beating of your heart when pasted against mine    
Your faint voice I’ve have heard through the calling of time    
Taste the savor of life’s passion from off my lips    
The intoxicating flavor as potent when caressed by my kiss    
Whisper sweet passion in my ear as our bodies sway to the melodic strings of the Harp    
In the movement our entwined spiritual doctrines drift, we are the sepia pages, torn, reborn an antique work of art    
   
Some may say life is the start by the rush of the traveling seeds    
Those are the humans who have not astral traveled across the roaring seas    
Seen the fire turned up ninety degrees    
Or glimpsed hunger of my people, starving from doctrinaire greed    
Alien races among ancient faces takes up half of the population sociality spaces    
Some have slipped, micro chipped, classified intelligence Roswell in the reminisce    
Reptilian species    
I give the window of my hidden agenda to you, look up, and appreciate life in positive little pieces    
   
Wanting my taste, as the wet essence trickles from my sugar walls    
She who stands firm in war remains standing tall    
Before the battle cry of combat to atone    
In the last breath of death my fragrance whiffed before internal rest sends them home    
   
Unto the face you will see of me    
Our limbs entwined, ouroboros intellects locked, giving credence to fate, releasing in our destiny    
To be upon the chosen cat of my heart, patting from midnight to the rise of the sun      
What good unto a women's mind when the low vibrations she carries defines her graffiti in hate, her staff in confusion, the duality of her mission unto this fifth dimension never recovers  
The journey of past sins to her mind still, dominates in the darkness of her heart, there it still hovers    
      
So many scared lessons from the mouths of truth, which leads me to the crossroads of my blessings  
No time to relish in the distractions of someone else’s bitter mental weapons  
Life is here, and we are in the now  
The lineage of your bloodline should manifest to be the helm of “Your” shroud  
Words to uplift, to try to guide    
I hear daily the festering curses when vessels are encased in lost minds  
Go deeper, yes, take it even deeper, the mass deceptions, false prophets, they are on life shores  
I cannot sugarcoat the truth anymore, what for  
Mass destruction, wickedness, from the serpent’s tail  
Biological warfare, poisonous metal leaking in the air from the skies chem trails      
Anointed by the waning phases thy star gazing upon my Moon    
On the other side, the darkness I have stepped, my footprints to make hearts swoon    
I bow unto the lost greatness as I bathe the cocoon of my spirit in the Nile’s Blue Lagoon  
   
Assalamu Alaikum