Bowing Unto Grace Of A Serenity Warrior

That superior light can travel your cerebrum to the third Heavens, given of its ancient stories to tell              
Open your cognizance awareness, close your eyes, mortals imagine through my words, Hell              
There is nothing to amuse but darkness and the feel of its silhouetted heat              
Cries of forgotten humanity, if you remain, being slaughtered daily, roasted like raw meat              
Since the beginning of times              
Seconds and minutes of the clock have turned by the Creator’s chimes              
            
Most would say is there an afterlife, relief from this earthy strife              
A challenging affair to answer with several variables to sift through are involved              
What a funny riddle the intellect always tries to solve              
That third eye ordained within the cocoon of the womb              
When rooted in the truth, the Halls of Amenti, the beginning of wisdom, dare you seek not, past the truth, intellects to have journeyed past Yeshua’s tomb, the Blue Nile, and Egypt’s sand dunes              
To know if hearts arrive within the calling of infinity, ashes to ashes dust to dust the miracle of us then gone too soon              
            
The beauty of the brain when maneuvering through the portals of ancient rites              
There are no times of elevation only the cascading of a spiritual light              
In the cloak and last rites, the spirit will ask, have I died and moved on              
The mind, body, and vessel of the soul has touched many dimensions and heard the creed of all the universal songs              
The Illuminati and the facades of damnation in the mystic, their hidden numerology agenda right under the nostrils, heed as it silently drifts              
The hand that rocks the cradles and the gigabytes, their collective summonses are wired and deeply embedded in it              
Misplaced mentalities with dual personalities assuage for greater denominations in the pulpit              
Two headed serpents that hunt flesh, molest the minds of children, and then denounce women as being taboo and unfit              
Celibacy of softness to devoid their company, by a religion oath of chastened divinity’s most cherished gifts              
            
Inhaling, bringing the body back into the shell from where the soul is placed              
The flow of blood coursing through your veins, vital organs of survival are miraculously encased              
The realm of the third Heaven never understood dark minds and why not love, instead, you learn to hate              
Death of the spirit is found in a heart who refuses to psychologically communicate, who only berets              
After the Book Of Revelations’ there is a race to be won              
Unto the eyes that sees the truth and detail the struggles, a spiritual Guardianship is worth far more than riches here on earth, thy Kingdom shall come                       
The sacred scrolls are told in the Book of Enoch’s plight, hidden and ostracized from plain sight              
And you look upon a cross with a pale man on it who is called various theology names              
The falsehood of its alphabetic lettering, Timothy, John, Luke, its preaching’s scriptures that were not indoctrinated by the timeline, which we give homage, sing hymns in His resurrected fame              
Your worship the Creator, the Father and the Son are not the same              
As lost minds leaf through a given bias book of disunity, inscribed with generations of incest, lust, murder, debauchery, and shame      
Interfered by man’s hand      
Omitted truth as money have stolen countless land      
Turn the other cheek, and plant bombs, free labor, where cries from the graves, where feet no longer stand        
                    
Heaven and Hell are in your mind and how you perceive              
Crimes of the heart, crimes of the skin, crimes unto humility are always well received              
Your faith is tested daily, and cooled by pages of the Good Book’s ideology of the original sin              
From the beginning of creation, festered with demons, giants, and Jinn's              
Forty weeks to give birth              
Ten centimeters from the silvering of man’s endowed girth              
The Ankh, a relic of ancient ancestry a replica of the womb, the fallopian tubes, an amulet certainly to adorn of its symbolic worth              
From darkness, the soul entering through the divine passion as the red sea parts in the renewal of birth              
Lay hands upon a thy belly and pray over to ward off the beast’s curse              
            
The head crowns unto another lifespan sliding out the portal of blessed fluid to breathe, to soar, to fly              
Pushed down and out as the worlds now hears the fear of its first cries              
Unto the slavery of alarms clocks, working by the sweat of one’s brow, from sunrise              
Sundown is the relaxation of the mind, heart, and body when sleep overtakes              
Awakened only to repeat the same fate  
 
Shalom