Into the Deep (A New Beginning I Of III)

My Queen when you are returning into the depth of the deep
Our Sea King has summoned me to request of you for the promise unto the Waterloo Kingdom, your oath to protect, our spiritual allegiance unto you we keep
There are floating vessels within the mist trying to find our sphere
No matter how many sea men search for our portal, from your mind, you know we are here
No captivity shall proper of our Dolphins, Sharks, and Whales, our most sacred and cherished pets
Honored in our depth, revered to be kept
A preventive before the loss of pressure, smothering oxygen where no human would or could survive
Too far gone, he will not remain alive
His salvation in the darkness become his rebirth
The water before his Heaven becomes his new Earth

We forgive man as he drills deeper and deeper offshore until our galaxy is no longer considered yours or mine
In the absence of malice, our sovereign sends up our finest cuisine in your casted net, we offer in peace through the window of space and time
We feed your starving when they have no dollar or a dime
We smell the scent of our offerings sailing over campfires
Our civilization bows to you in the efficiency in relief, we are the pyramid of life, in us, the quench of our thirst is required
Allow your water bearer my Queen to generous flow
Give the whisper of your wisdom to humanity no matter where your rippling current may go

Tell the mortals we will defend our oceans, rivers, we will preserve our ravines
We have ancient ancestors who jumped the traveling ships during the rite of Middle Passage who now have the insignia of golden Fins
They are now Kings and Queens
The trinity of Heaven, Earth, and Heaven in the name of carnage is when will meet
Satellites look down upon our funneling rage when toxins invade the door of our world, our weapons we use to defeat
Typhoons, hurricanes, cyclones angrily upon your shores send to great
The spiritual realm of our existence we cleanse the soul in the water as your feet wade
A Holy staff once parted the waters as weary humans made the pilgrimage where freedom was paved,
New beginnings until fertile soil, once settled were made
Baptism as the mind and heart patrol
Where the Creator cradles the spirit the beautiful invitation for His hands to divinely console

This Queen hears you, My Sea King