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An Angel In My Garden🤎
Wait a minute am I being punked out here
You want me to what, write about you
An Angel, and in this day and time
Fate, why couldn’t you send me Denzel Washington
No, you send me a talking silhouette most likely by my atheist neighbor
To shock me
He knows I am into Hattian Spirituality
And I am versed on the supernatural and pagan occults of various religions
But even this is low vibration for him to go through the length
And here you are, startling me from kneeling in prayer
For the universe to listen to my spiritual ascending incantations
Wait… as an Angel can you even speak
Being under the command of God and all
Woo.. Shh… you will awaken my neighbors, no speech
You will have civilization covering their ears with that deafening horn
Well, you see I had me to cover my ear, and what dialect is that
Let me see here, I am fluent in French, Haitian Creole, and broken Italian
What is that language, and please use English, only if you can
No.. no.. shh... okay.. okay, let me see here
I believe Angels speak Enochian
And it’s powerful and so Heavenly enounced
And it goes back to Abrahamic religions.
If no one ever told you, it’s very heart palpating
Like Thunder
I swear no more mushrooms out of my garden I planted myself
And why am I talking to..
My Hebrew name is Raphael
So, you can speak my Earth lingo
I am not speaking, the thoughts of an Angel are more marooned in your subconscious
Are you saying Telepathic
That divine reasoning you do not trust, buts hold its apathy with much regret
When mankind afterthought states to the Heavens, I should have listened to my conscious
It is in that denial when you denounce your instilled gifts from your Creator blessed to be bestowed since the creation of mankind
And you do know it’s unlawful to be hiding in people’s private backyard
Okay, I get it, you’re a hologram copy
And I must say, technology did your silhouette some justice
And you request does not take me by surprise
Yes, everyone knows I am Ghost writer
Why, would you like a consult to discuss my services
And I charge five cents on the each word
How did you even get here, what, or whoever you are
So, you are the faceless person who been escaping into my dreams
Whispering such divine lullabies in my ear
Wait come back…. I’m sorry
What just happened here
Okay..I hope no one heard me talking
And no more glass of wine after nine o'clock in the evening
After all that I will just pray in my solarium
The New Age Of Aquarius
You want me to what, write about you
An Angel, and in this day and time
Fate, why couldn’t you send me Denzel Washington
No, you send me a talking silhouette most likely by my atheist neighbor
To shock me
He knows I am into Hattian Spirituality
And I am versed on the supernatural and pagan occults of various religions
But even this is low vibration for him to go through the length
And here you are, startling me from kneeling in prayer
For the universe to listen to my spiritual ascending incantations
Wait… as an Angel can you even speak
Being under the command of God and all
Woo.. Shh… you will awaken my neighbors, no speech
You will have civilization covering their ears with that deafening horn
Well, you see I had me to cover my ear, and what dialect is that
Let me see here, I am fluent in French, Haitian Creole, and broken Italian
What is that language, and please use English, only if you can
No.. no.. shh... okay.. okay, let me see here
I believe Angels speak Enochian
And it’s powerful and so Heavenly enounced
And it goes back to Abrahamic religions.
If no one ever told you, it’s very heart palpating
Like Thunder
I swear no more mushrooms out of my garden I planted myself
And why am I talking to..
My Hebrew name is Raphael
So, you can speak my Earth lingo
I am not speaking, the thoughts of an Angel are more marooned in your subconscious
Are you saying Telepathic
That divine reasoning you do not trust, buts hold its apathy with much regret
When mankind afterthought states to the Heavens, I should have listened to my conscious
It is in that denial when you denounce your instilled gifts from your Creator blessed to be bestowed since the creation of mankind
And you do know it’s unlawful to be hiding in people’s private backyard
Okay, I get it, you’re a hologram copy
And I must say, technology did your silhouette some justice
And you request does not take me by surprise
Yes, everyone knows I am Ghost writer
Why, would you like a consult to discuss my services
And I charge five cents on the each word
How did you even get here, what, or whoever you are
So, you are the faceless person who been escaping into my dreams
Whispering such divine lullabies in my ear
Wait come back…. I’m sorry
What just happened here
Okay..I hope no one heard me talking
And no more glass of wine after nine o'clock in the evening
After all that I will just pray in my solarium
The New Age Of Aquarius
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