“Seen Through God’s Eyes”

To the fourscore winds that wreaks havoc on earth          
Manmade blessed oil casted over our inner soul drops of forgiveness in the renewal of rebirth            
Is not the wages of sin death            
Who without wraith within thy heart, can he or she not cast stones when reaching the thrones of divinity's wealth                        
I have seen the teary faces when hopes, dreams, no more chances, all seems lost              
So many young lives I have been a Nightingale unto from wicked choices, changed in the matter of moments with treating their elements because they had the sauce            
Regrets confessed from their mouths, praying, hoping, needing to be reassured they will get better at any cost   When did our Creator bless me to see life and the skeletal appearance of failing breaths        
Psalms verse twenty-three read in the declining hours to give a weary soul external rest          
The same messages upon the dowry of our heads, yet a different sanctuary of time            
Plagues, famine, debauchery rules churches’ mind            
There is no peace no matter where you go            
As sure as the tornado destroys, and the water floods no matter where the rapid streams may flow            
This is God's land, no matter the technology found by the inventive hands of man            
One breeze, torrential rains            
At that interval, you bear witness our lives are all the same            
We all have emotions to feel and compassion to lend when we feel pain            
Then why is color blindness the name of life’s game            
As a healer, I hear those calls when hearts are lying in wait, terminally ill            
Worshipping society's sacred temples, speaking your language, your religion is my religion, your beliefs are my reliance to fit the cause of the bill, but still            
Does the mind of others ever get fatigue in doing right            
Holding on to the last ounce of faith when devoid of human nature to give into the heathens that romances the night                    
I bow in humbleness unto you, as I am, and through me I will always feel the perpetual devotion of Him              
Given unto power to lasso the magnifications of creature comforts which will never win                  
To mankind without, seems it’s his downfall without an end                  
Falsehood love in beauty, money, spiritual love tossed in the wind                      
Vanity lovers of self, money, consorting in the dark on the altar with Jinns                  
I have hurtled them all, through the beginning of time, to council the                  
mentally to make the loins of men lust and the sacred divinity of women                  
adhere to enticement to the temptation of its sin                  
The first, the last and the fallen ones on earth, the population follows the hidden horns to deceive                  
My Ankh I shield to the powers to be                  
The truth it seeps to give credence between you and me                  
What we stand for, when we ask for more it makes us, or it breaks us                  
When the blood of our veins in sickness only pours            
We cry out in the last hour to be spiritually forgiven            
In the perfection of health, debauchery, arrogance is the catalyst when we are immorally driven                  
No one is better than each other                  
When we look in the mirror our reflective image is the only one who hovers                  
No other face from another mother              
Vanity is the tool of the Devil's invention, making us self-lovers                
I remain docile in my own melanin skin                  
This old world seems at times no hope, no glory, truth of the matter to self is where we all begin            
The good book of fables from the Book of Genesis to the Book of Revelations                  
Once out the cocoon of the womb it’s the end we are wandering sheep in guidance from the constellations                  
My own voice, my own choice              
In this day and age, no trails to follow, but my own footsteps                  
It eliminates the time when trying to measure up when no one is ever                  
considered in life to the best by the trials of life’s tests                  
We are all one whisper from a labored breath            
Tears in remembrance of our presence thy hollow be thy name is all that's left                  
Pine boxes, cremations, our Judgment Day comes next            
Never fear the unknown              
Live your life as a melody of your own beautiful song            
Energy never dies, our spiritual vessel ascends to be atoned            
Déjà vu will welcome you to advise you your spirit once roamed free            
Those three phrases of life that is ordained for you and for me                  
The soul-sister, healer, spiritual fighter, blessed lineage of French Moorish Queens                  
Let awoken minds speak of what blinded eyes have not yet seen                  
In the realm of spiritual evolution and the parables of the afterlife we walk in                  
Every night in the subconscious of our dreams                  
Awaken to the coldness of opened eyes never to reclaim what the intellect has seen              
Is it atheist or blasphemy once off the nourishing and enlightening nipple we are weaned                              
The afterbirth, the last sacramental rites of passage before our Creator separates His presence from thy will shall be done                  
The first cry of life to a hellish Kingdom come                  
Everyone is wrong, life is measured by the greater good, better choices, yet, overruled by wicked deeds and evil voices                  
We are down here in in the belly of the beast                  
Whereas Angels fly beyond the stars with skybox seats                  
I shall kneel in tarry in remembrance of earthly immoralities                  
To kiss thy blessings at thy tiller of consecrated feet                  
Close my eyes to the thunder of earthy chaos arousing me to the last feast                  
of spiritual virginal sheets                  
Whoever said a sin cannot be conformed when a dark heart and an enlightenment mind greets            
Teach the mind and the heart will surely follow            
In that single moment of reaching the soul, pride is forever swallowed      

Assalamu Alaikum        
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Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Reposted poem, I thought it was fitting for this video, and used for entertainment purposes only, therefore I do not own the rights, to make any monetary or profitable gains from.

Poem First Published 31st Jul 2022

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