The Reigns Of Sun (Nostradamus-Purple Candle)

Is it true what they say          
I bow to the elements of the earth, as I kneel to pray        
Goodness always finishes last        
Even a rainbow after the rain is known to diminish after the overcast        
The insignia of the sky a gift from the Creator to you        
The oath of its arched purpose rooted in the colors of its truth        
A beautiful world, entanglement of wars, corruption, accepted by manmade political views        
         
Can I take off my shoes and run through the flowers        
Knowing each stem I see, each petal touched has stood and remain rooted in its darkest hour        
What do man want that he can return after he gives        
The Ten Commandments, The Seven Deadly Sins        
Is it not that enough for the temple to inhale, exhale as humanity tries to righteously live        
My sword is getting weighty for the things I cannot bear        
Sometimes is it best to be silent and suffer in Satan’s lair        
He has all the earthly toys        
Can give you the wishes, dreams a false promise that never leads to a lifetime of joy        
But not life that can give an empty womb the dream of having a handsome boy or a pretty girl        
Can cure you in sickness and save your soul in the last rites before death        
A test of my faith, now you truly know why Jesus wept        
The tears in his remembrance for a civilization of the sinner or the savoir merged at times when met        
         
The more I push the more things remains the same        
Is it me or is the world upside down, and His wandering flock of shepherd, bathing in the stich of pain, shame, certainly not in the Creator’s name        
Thy will shall be done        
Whose Kingdom when I wield my sword I am protecting as faith in religion creeds slowly becomes unwon        
The wicked lamenting in the synagogue of wicked tongues        
One foot pivoted to flee the other refusing to run        
Why have I been ordained to accept this worldly stigmata upon my feet, upon my hands        
His only begotten son ask in his darkest hour, why have you forsaken me heard during his crucifixion across the land        
My legs are wobbling, the cry seem so far for peace no matter how many theological pastors around the world preach        
The mountaintop peaks are just too high to reach        
And deaf ears encountered in the resistance when voices refuse to teach        
         
I had a dream about the ring of fire        
The duality of my life forces, too many spans lost in the trust of its human desire        
Standing proud, standing tall        
Would it be so damaging to extinguish the internal flame of my torch, and just let it fall        
My ancestral would bemoan in their graves        
Time is of essence, for the narrow road I pave        
Then I heard my great grann’s dialect so spiritual, so loud        
Lifting my head, looking beyond the clouds        
Don’t worry the world will continuously to cry        
It is up to you to dry its eyes, my Indigo child        
         
Opening my eyes, her voice the reason of my honor, the Hold Grail to uphold my shield, not for others to atone        
Live life and allow others to worry about the emotions found to the entrance of their homes          
Guided by the gems of my life found in the peace of my divine stones        
The water to baptize knowing, I will have to go alone        
Once risen like a Phoenix within dimensions to roam        
Mothership steer my beautiful earthly cruise        
When my footsteps are faltering, allow me to remember there is still good in the hearts of mankind to feel, eyes that need to see miracles that heal, where redeemed souls will never lose