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The Sacred Scrolls Of King Solomon (Part III of V)
The Ark Of My Covenant
As the ruler of my heart may ears listen to a time that once was
My spiritual laws upon my ascertain is my monarch built on spiritual alliance, trust, respect, and love
As the King of Israel bequeathed from the succeeding loins of my father will
My words declared by this day forward, allow weary hearts and troubled minds to seal
I need the footsteps of my Royal Queen to administer the political necessities of this monarch and who could cultivate this Kingdom as herself
My voice speaks through her to bow and kneel to her King that upon season upon season until the Royal Household she gives respite at best
From the Golden Seal of my fate
By the four corners of the world and no to be departed upon our soul at any rate
My Queen is to balance in the oracle of all my state affairs
Can articulate the Roman Hebrews laws as any civilian region to secure my success
She is the Utopia in the absence of my care
The vessel whom my legacy shall continue to see that Zion becomes sonorous in the thriving accountability that stains the enemy of men tongues
My Queen, a ruler within her own bloodline by rite, where the power of her soul, I reside, a spiritual force to the hip she sit by my side
Dignitaries and royal subjects will who kneel upon her grace at the footstep on my throne
My Queen, she is the intellect reasoning of my second thoughts
The only Queen above my Seal of Oath that this castle shall be erected as her home
Our alliance together we rule with fairness, not to be asunder her throne of superior, she is the roots by the beginning and crest of Heaven’s Ankh in the melee when realms have been crossed
I, King Solomon of Israel, give to you, my Queen
The key to the sovereign of my heart, she is the barren womb who will come to carry the seed of my royal name
Not to a bastard to be called upon the universe, he will go to be my successor in the shadows of my reign
As Your Royal Heavenly Queen, my Sire
I, Namah, an Ammonite, the daughter of Lamach and Zilla heard the admiration in the elevation for your Queen
As my ancestral jeweled crown graces proudly on top of my head
Words of passion, love, spoken desires, a silken odyssey to explore as my Sire rest his thoughts in my Royal bed
The thirst of my knowledge streaming and beautifully felt in the characteristic silence that I allow his intellect to breath
I am the roots of his lineage, no matter where the tree stands, by the seal of Allah upon the sacred he is of my creed
My placement is to oversee in the accession, it is to be written upon fourscore, it has been documented by the spiritual laws of His decree
A Queen’s Royal Suite where passion and the conception of our first born son shall be Christened from the drawing of life from my womb
Blessed by the soothing ritual lyrics from a King to his first born, son, His principles instilled, then as a Kings, his, to be indoctrinated to respect the universe from the breath you give to return to a spiritual cocoon
Rebirthed in the soul of a vessel through the time of evolution let my voice shroud from the vaults of spiritual minds of such long ago resonate past many sidereal Sun rotations and many orbiting moons
A Hebrew King, his royal ambience, sought from afar
The non-royal titles, no dowry to offer, under the parliament of pacts, my King must seek beyond the shores of many stars
It is the noble divine order by the declarative order of my anointed King and his promise to rule before any tyrannical mishandling known by the beast of Man
With firm stability of his hands, love and honor among the Queen, the political wives, the concubines as he demands
He is the King of his monarch before he is titled as a simple man
In the queues of my gentle whispers, entangled bodies dipping in its hunger, my King and I we extol
Slow teasing sensations felt from head down to his toes
Inferiority spreads for the darkness found in the fire of the son, as his Queen I must flow with the highest power, enlightment given to and for
Uplifting a King's mind, mmm… as my presence cajoles
Softly playing the heart strings of his body, stimulating the chasm of his soul
The vast universe of my knowledge I lay at the tiller of his feet
Blending vernaculars, echoing temples engaging upon the Holistic meet
The Concubine
I do not think minds will come to understand, I am a beloved of this Israel King, and my treaty is dignified, it's classified
I faithfully endorse the King’s wishes, where my loyalty does reside
My position not in the Royal Temple, although not superior of the Queen
When he is with me no one but us, no hindrance as my universal given and I receive
My lifeline rooted, not by love, it is the King’s wishes as he decide
Political gains in the power of our union, admiration with love in my eyes
I have the finesse when the King hungers for no control
My bedchamber as the foundation of our union I console
Harkening unto the pleasures of a fervent need
My love, to sensually please
A booming thunder
Resonates reminisces is the absence of my tenacious asunder
My thighs lay bare without the succor of your kiss, his touch
My principles of beliefs mystifying you from the sensations from the dewiness of a heated rush
My admiration for my Sire has no bounds
Whispers from my bedchambers unto you on the wind as a scented sound
The Sacred Queen Orator
As the ruler of my heart may ears listen to a time that once was
My spiritual laws upon my ascertain is my monarch built on spiritual alliance, trust, respect, and love
As the King of Israel bequeathed from the succeeding loins of my father will
My words declared by this day forward, allow weary hearts and troubled minds to seal
I need the footsteps of my Royal Queen to administer the political necessities of this monarch and who could cultivate this Kingdom as herself
My voice speaks through her to bow and kneel to her King that upon season upon season until the Royal Household she gives respite at best
From the Golden Seal of my fate
By the four corners of the world and no to be departed upon our soul at any rate
My Queen is to balance in the oracle of all my state affairs
Can articulate the Roman Hebrews laws as any civilian region to secure my success
She is the Utopia in the absence of my care
The vessel whom my legacy shall continue to see that Zion becomes sonorous in the thriving accountability that stains the enemy of men tongues
My Queen, a ruler within her own bloodline by rite, where the power of her soul, I reside, a spiritual force to the hip she sit by my side
Dignitaries and royal subjects will who kneel upon her grace at the footstep on my throne
My Queen, she is the intellect reasoning of my second thoughts
The only Queen above my Seal of Oath that this castle shall be erected as her home
Our alliance together we rule with fairness, not to be asunder her throne of superior, she is the roots by the beginning and crest of Heaven’s Ankh in the melee when realms have been crossed
I, King Solomon of Israel, give to you, my Queen
The key to the sovereign of my heart, she is the barren womb who will come to carry the seed of my royal name
Not to a bastard to be called upon the universe, he will go to be my successor in the shadows of my reign
As Your Royal Heavenly Queen, my Sire
I, Namah, an Ammonite, the daughter of Lamach and Zilla heard the admiration in the elevation for your Queen
As my ancestral jeweled crown graces proudly on top of my head
Words of passion, love, spoken desires, a silken odyssey to explore as my Sire rest his thoughts in my Royal bed
The thirst of my knowledge streaming and beautifully felt in the characteristic silence that I allow his intellect to breath
I am the roots of his lineage, no matter where the tree stands, by the seal of Allah upon the sacred he is of my creed
My placement is to oversee in the accession, it is to be written upon fourscore, it has been documented by the spiritual laws of His decree
A Queen’s Royal Suite where passion and the conception of our first born son shall be Christened from the drawing of life from my womb
Blessed by the soothing ritual lyrics from a King to his first born, son, His principles instilled, then as a Kings, his, to be indoctrinated to respect the universe from the breath you give to return to a spiritual cocoon
Rebirthed in the soul of a vessel through the time of evolution let my voice shroud from the vaults of spiritual minds of such long ago resonate past many sidereal Sun rotations and many orbiting moons
A Hebrew King, his royal ambience, sought from afar
The non-royal titles, no dowry to offer, under the parliament of pacts, my King must seek beyond the shores of many stars
It is the noble divine order by the declarative order of my anointed King and his promise to rule before any tyrannical mishandling known by the beast of Man
With firm stability of his hands, love and honor among the Queen, the political wives, the concubines as he demands
He is the King of his monarch before he is titled as a simple man
In the queues of my gentle whispers, entangled bodies dipping in its hunger, my King and I we extol
Slow teasing sensations felt from head down to his toes
Inferiority spreads for the darkness found in the fire of the son, as his Queen I must flow with the highest power, enlightment given to and for
Uplifting a King's mind, mmm… as my presence cajoles
Softly playing the heart strings of his body, stimulating the chasm of his soul
The vast universe of my knowledge I lay at the tiller of his feet
Blending vernaculars, echoing temples engaging upon the Holistic meet
The Concubine
I do not think minds will come to understand, I am a beloved of this Israel King, and my treaty is dignified, it's classified
I faithfully endorse the King’s wishes, where my loyalty does reside
My position not in the Royal Temple, although not superior of the Queen
When he is with me no one but us, no hindrance as my universal given and I receive
My lifeline rooted, not by love, it is the King’s wishes as he decide
Political gains in the power of our union, admiration with love in my eyes
I have the finesse when the King hungers for no control
My bedchamber as the foundation of our union I console
Harkening unto the pleasures of a fervent need
My love, to sensually please
A booming thunder
Resonates reminisces is the absence of my tenacious asunder
My thighs lay bare without the succor of your kiss, his touch
My principles of beliefs mystifying you from the sensations from the dewiness of a heated rush
My admiration for my Sire has no bounds
Whispers from my bedchambers unto you on the wind as a scented sound
The Sacred Queen Orator
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