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Crowns Of Thorns Upon Thistles
An embedded arrow from Cupid’s mystique bow
It’s now up to me to sow the seeds of love and reap the benefits of its growth
Whomever the receiver in the lifespan make me a believer
Those piercing arrows makes the heart feels beautifully adorned
Warm, all fuzzy inside, after time, then spiritually conformed
Not to worry, everyone has had its company, for sure
Trying to keep the spark of emotions in the creation of a higher self, one must endure
My intentions to self-love have never been detoured, or evaporated into thin air
No tears, no fears, henceforth, it’s time to elevate your presence in the commencement of salvation not rooted in chairs
You will never decipher the will of my thoughts, they're not sold, there're not bought
Mankind cannot provide anyone else hope, their wishes found in lost dreams
My rod and thy staff comfort me into the midst of misery as Psalms and Revelations I hear in my ear earthly sings
Keep your strife, keep your anger, life’s depravity reverberates as Hell upon your dark mind festers when it rings
The path in life is narrow
What you do with your eyes, has passed through my bone marrow
I have faith to always keep my eyes on the Sparrow
Lost souls wailing in self-pity upon words, no rebirth within the setting
Yet you still curse your own existence upon the sounds of vetting
The valley of the dry bones, low vibrational clones of time, trapped in your own demise, manifesting your own guilt
Love and peace must be found, no escape through the placenta, birth, freedom only in death, these are the walls Jericho bult
Spare me your shame games
Fire and Water they both offer comfort, touched by Gaia's wraith they both bring pain
My intellect is divinely coveted upon the strands upon my head ordained in Elohim’s name
The Book Of The Dead confessed out the synagogue of your mouth partaking in truth or dare
Each day praised as living life on a wing and a prayer
Standing tall as I should, would, or ever could
Witnessed life taken, as the miraculous gift of birth
Shadows in the winds I have chased in the dark, unclean hands only brings self a manmade curse
In Heaven and on Earth
Reach out and touch the helm of your garment and then tell me your true worth
Stooping, or bending, have never been my priority, my creed
Or verbs that defines my pilgrimage once a crown of thorns begins to bleed
Thistles under the path of my journey’s feet, yet, in Him my salvation shall be reached
The sacred benediction that resides in me, sets me free to be me
Running against the wind, God, what a beautiful sight to holistically see
My heart, mind, body, and soul blending as I flee
Whistling echoes stained upon eh branches tell the secret of the towering tress
To the unrest resonances that funnels in the deep sea
Breaths of life rendered as one with infinity
The embracing sky, the gentle breeze kissing my soft skin
The aura of me, no beginning or no end
Therefore, no more chains to hinder the intellect of my mind
I do as I say under God’s Heavenly chimes
So, unto this beautiful day in time
I’m free, as I enjoy the arch of my rainbow slide
No weapons formed against thee shall prosper, from rockets to falling missiles
I bow unto His words by the Crowns Of Thorns Upon Thistles
Shalom
It’s now up to me to sow the seeds of love and reap the benefits of its growth
Whomever the receiver in the lifespan make me a believer
Those piercing arrows makes the heart feels beautifully adorned
Warm, all fuzzy inside, after time, then spiritually conformed
Not to worry, everyone has had its company, for sure
Trying to keep the spark of emotions in the creation of a higher self, one must endure
My intentions to self-love have never been detoured, or evaporated into thin air
No tears, no fears, henceforth, it’s time to elevate your presence in the commencement of salvation not rooted in chairs
You will never decipher the will of my thoughts, they're not sold, there're not bought
Mankind cannot provide anyone else hope, their wishes found in lost dreams
My rod and thy staff comfort me into the midst of misery as Psalms and Revelations I hear in my ear earthly sings
Keep your strife, keep your anger, life’s depravity reverberates as Hell upon your dark mind festers when it rings
The path in life is narrow
What you do with your eyes, has passed through my bone marrow
I have faith to always keep my eyes on the Sparrow
Lost souls wailing in self-pity upon words, no rebirth within the setting
Yet you still curse your own existence upon the sounds of vetting
The valley of the dry bones, low vibrational clones of time, trapped in your own demise, manifesting your own guilt
Love and peace must be found, no escape through the placenta, birth, freedom only in death, these are the walls Jericho bult
Spare me your shame games
Fire and Water they both offer comfort, touched by Gaia's wraith they both bring pain
My intellect is divinely coveted upon the strands upon my head ordained in Elohim’s name
The Book Of The Dead confessed out the synagogue of your mouth partaking in truth or dare
Each day praised as living life on a wing and a prayer
Standing tall as I should, would, or ever could
Witnessed life taken, as the miraculous gift of birth
Shadows in the winds I have chased in the dark, unclean hands only brings self a manmade curse
In Heaven and on Earth
Reach out and touch the helm of your garment and then tell me your true worth
Stooping, or bending, have never been my priority, my creed
Or verbs that defines my pilgrimage once a crown of thorns begins to bleed
Thistles under the path of my journey’s feet, yet, in Him my salvation shall be reached
The sacred benediction that resides in me, sets me free to be me
Running against the wind, God, what a beautiful sight to holistically see
My heart, mind, body, and soul blending as I flee
Whistling echoes stained upon eh branches tell the secret of the towering tress
To the unrest resonances that funnels in the deep sea
Breaths of life rendered as one with infinity
The embracing sky, the gentle breeze kissing my soft skin
The aura of me, no beginning or no end
Therefore, no more chains to hinder the intellect of my mind
I do as I say under God’s Heavenly chimes
So, unto this beautiful day in time
I’m free, as I enjoy the arch of my rainbow slide
No weapons formed against thee shall prosper, from rockets to falling missiles
I bow unto His words by the Crowns Of Thorns Upon Thistles
Shalom
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