Drawn (COTS)

My Sire must we, is there not another who could take his place
It is not up our sovereign, my Queen he is a prophet who will curtail the transgressions of the human race
In the water for which he shall be uplifted, upon the land his feet of bronze shall grow in wisdom to till the virgin lands of red roses
Civilizations will know of his Psalms, he shall be called Moses
Whisper to the remnant of your seed, my King

Let him know before another draws him from the cradle of breath
The sacred scrolls of Proverbs will be in his name to preach
Among Egypt no more tears shall fall from souls' eyes, until the skies the rains wept
My arms barren, my womb shall call unto the home of his depth
In the creation of divinity’s chimes
May he remember the taste of my breast milk, his ancestral lineage as he leads his pilgrimage through the sands of time
The waters may he hold back to atone for the depravity of yours and for mine

The Hymns from his heart will progress men unto greener pastures as freedom sings
To the weary, the embattled souls waiting to receive from life’s strife the rite to be reborn in the silhouette of divine wings
Yes, My Queen, it shall be from the history of loins, his seeds of migrating descendants will ring in peace
To every generation his voice shall remain from the vessel of great men molded from the sky their historical dialect from whence it teach
As we wade here in the ceremonial baptizing of our infant son from water then to earth
His Guardian Angels will guide him to the rite of his rebirth
The skin of our skin, bones of our bones
Unto the covenant of the greater good
He shall give hearts, minds the rise to atone
The shade from disparities to continues on

May his voice resonate among the Heavens, and on Earth, may his commandments reign down
Upon the hardships of man who strive each day to stand upon a holy ground
The wondrous of his works, may he be reborn and be given his glorious Hebrew crown
Unto him a nation he shall rule, his name shall give the hopeless courage in their downtrodden plight
A new eminence of gold he shall wear in Dawn's early light
Pharaohs shall bow to the Moorish hue of his skin, bathe in the warmth of his sunrise
Hope promised from the burning bush, forecasted if denial of those embedded hieroglyphics of civilizations’ demise
This is destiny, his fate, he will make his bed in the comfort of the sea
The vow as mighty of his staff shall spread wide to the abyss and the deep

Draw me out of the waters, and kingdoms shall bow as we greet
I will be favored in the belly of Rome, an Egyptian future bride who keep me warm between a moon oasis consummating our sheets
Mud and Straw shall be the downfall as I led in retreat in remembrance of muddy feet
Safer passage to give the march of freedom incantations reprice

Allow the rebirth of our struggles to someday from the mountaintops ring
The water boy who lived under the guise of a ruse as a Future King
The lineage of his birth, revealed, upon his Kente Cloth gave Eden its brightest dreams
Tall, erected ruins where lashes to back severed its purpose to build castles for Kings and Queens

Our Creator will keep him this is His will
Once the night become a veil
The North Star shall guide him into a new life as history awaits as time remains still
As your King, I will send Doves to hover
As your Queen, I thank you, you are such a thoughtful Sire and handsome lover

And you ready
I am, yes
Hold him steady
As I Christian his forehand with universal wisdom
To honor his ancient Kingdom
Ordained to the waters, his world
In the name of the Father, the Sun, and Holy Spirit from his mouth may it spiritual unfurl

For his small ten hands and ten toes
May they heal and comfort no matter where his feet goes
A trek where the star dust of our whispered words will give, him strength, to give love as it grows
Uphold the sacred oath from the Creator as on that mountain where His commandments to his mind it will be bestowed
To humanity it will be written as the laws of its parchment will always flow



Wade In The Water



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