October Windmills (Orange Candle)

Whispered strangulation winds tells me      
As my Dragon Blood Incense bellows in the wind to allow the direction of my mind to roam free        
The seven Chakras may it guide my conscious of awareness to the powers that be        
Voices from my ancestries’ belief is stronger than the calamity of a concealed demons or earthly jinn’s  
Insignia laminated with blood spillage upon lands in the name by falsehood by the forefathers’ slaughtered upon the innocence origins          
I give credence to Mother Earth as my intellect begins        
I bow unto acknowledgment for those who are without sins        
        
Spiritual manifestation of the serpent’s tongue        
When hearts and chaotic minds continue to cast stones then hide from the sun        
The passage of spiritual order balances this earth        
Give humble respect to pagans, the atheists, and Christians within humanity and their worth        
No one oppresses or can ever degrade the yin-yang of a divine mind        
Today, tomorrow, in, or out of time        
Only the Creator’s oath of my bloodline makes Heaven beautifully chime        
And He does not make mistakes        
The DNA in my veins is not for earthly beings to surrogate, underestimate, or to tempt the destiny of its fate  
        
For you unto mercy yours may be obscured in shame        
No hand needed to reach passing cloudy skies to bring torrential rain        
The caliber of my lineage is proud from the revolt of cotton fields, survived by whips and chains        
Only the strong survive in this realm we call life        
Most bring good intentions and Hell to the ones who brings daily strife  
              
No doctrines upon pedestals I see to give homage or its receptiveness in plight        
I am the darkness from the beginning of time unto me, let there be light        
Most will never reach that universal mystique        
It has surpassed the Freemasons and now sits upon the laws of the 33rd degree        
        
I am the peace, to uplift, reach, teach or, preach        
When dark forces befall within my synagogue, purgatory you place in my path        
It is best you place lamb blood over your door, or under I will stream to bring my spiritual wrath        
Women’s movement is just a phrase for two evades of superiority and inferiority a stance when someone needs are entwined in despair        
It’s liberation in a guilty society, which has manifested for past transgressions when tossed in the air        
        
Inhaling to open the portal of my third eye        
The insightful of spirituality and serenity is to always coincide        
To bring knowledge not dark wisdom to those who dwell in Hell and use Heaven to earthly fraternize        
Stories in life must be written, must be told        
Not on the back of harmony to judge my journey where mouths speak venom when tongues roll        
Be the believer, the redeemer for your heart to console              
Exhaling such incantation, oh such beautiful thy sound        
Slowly aligning my mind, body, and soul to stand upon my sacred ground    
 
Welcome To The Month Of October Everyone