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Let It Reign...
Beyond the clouds oh thy beautiful moon covet new beginnings as set upon nigh
Sacrosanct incantations ascended from my lips to the sky
Sanctify the vulnerability of mankind
By the holy trinity of Father, Son, Holy Spirit, entwined
Rainbow arch sliding down loyalty, strength, wisdom, and trust, the biblical meaning of ‘my’ color sky blue
Oath of an asunder covenant anew
Hourglass of time has depleted the last grain
Too heavy to flip realism, misperceptions umbrella shelters ignorance’s pain
Senility intermingling so beautifully in the rain, naked unto the flames of enchantments wickedly dance
Desire, passion, lust, such a soft lullaby passionate romanced
Rebellion hearts stained in the evolution of feeble-minded intellects chokeholds in the dark
Impartiality found within its masterpiece, dead in the winter, taciturn easels of art
Refusing brainpower jumpstarts, emotional flatlining, barren love sparks
Grounded crows squawking in the midst lacking blissfully peace, political blindness, muddled cognizance reeks
Allow my soul to uprise, beautifully upkeep, veneration emotions to slowly seep
Me, myself, and I, shall spiritually upkeep
Upon my crossroads hardship takes the solemn vow
Kinship of humanity ceremonially greets upon disallow
How long can the mind of repulsiveness lie to the mirror on borrowed time
Each day is a blessing to the mouth not given by the grace of wickedness demise
Casting pearls to the eyes before swine in the synagogue by ancient designs
Let thy neighbor’s ears always hear the echoes of beautiful Heavenly chimes
In this regality of age, sultry hellion vampires attempting to drain life forces of truth with dull fangs
Sharp teeth broken in my holy oil veins, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, I stand where I remain
Branded on the forehead your cross of purgatory, flipped upright, where it no longer downtrodden hang
Heavenly souls are not for immortality to sell
Nor sit upon the throne of vanity, or the illusions to dwell in the dark comforts of a hot Hell
Close my eyes, sweetly bitten, twice shy, hearts and minds now unified
Soft whispers resonate, veiled in the abyss of mortal whys, tender sighs
Society’s life beams my psyche soaring beyond the clouds, rising high
Running, wind at my back, feet off ground, my healing is never ending, lifting, it gives me wings to finally fly
Celebrating African American Heritage Month
Sacrosanct incantations ascended from my lips to the sky
Sanctify the vulnerability of mankind
By the holy trinity of Father, Son, Holy Spirit, entwined
Rainbow arch sliding down loyalty, strength, wisdom, and trust, the biblical meaning of ‘my’ color sky blue
Oath of an asunder covenant anew
Hourglass of time has depleted the last grain
Too heavy to flip realism, misperceptions umbrella shelters ignorance’s pain
Senility intermingling so beautifully in the rain, naked unto the flames of enchantments wickedly dance
Desire, passion, lust, such a soft lullaby passionate romanced
Rebellion hearts stained in the evolution of feeble-minded intellects chokeholds in the dark
Impartiality found within its masterpiece, dead in the winter, taciturn easels of art
Refusing brainpower jumpstarts, emotional flatlining, barren love sparks
Grounded crows squawking in the midst lacking blissfully peace, political blindness, muddled cognizance reeks
Allow my soul to uprise, beautifully upkeep, veneration emotions to slowly seep
Me, myself, and I, shall spiritually upkeep
Upon my crossroads hardship takes the solemn vow
Kinship of humanity ceremonially greets upon disallow
How long can the mind of repulsiveness lie to the mirror on borrowed time
Each day is a blessing to the mouth not given by the grace of wickedness demise
Casting pearls to the eyes before swine in the synagogue by ancient designs
Let thy neighbor’s ears always hear the echoes of beautiful Heavenly chimes
In this regality of age, sultry hellion vampires attempting to drain life forces of truth with dull fangs
Sharp teeth broken in my holy oil veins, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, I stand where I remain
Branded on the forehead your cross of purgatory, flipped upright, where it no longer downtrodden hang
Heavenly souls are not for immortality to sell
Nor sit upon the throne of vanity, or the illusions to dwell in the dark comforts of a hot Hell
Close my eyes, sweetly bitten, twice shy, hearts and minds now unified
Soft whispers resonate, veiled in the abyss of mortal whys, tender sighs
Society’s life beams my psyche soaring beyond the clouds, rising high
Running, wind at my back, feet off ground, my healing is never ending, lifting, it gives me wings to finally fly
Celebrating African American Heritage Month
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