The Day Of Reckoning  (COTS)

To know the mark of the beast, look upon they embedded of thy kissed face            
Weaken mentalities to deal with the channeling of self, yet a two legged entity walking among thy human race                
Royalty has pressed upon the lip's civilizations taste              
Rage festering from the fountains of a forgotten livid youth              
The is the eighth eclipsed of the soul denounced living in the darkness of denied truth             
Reliving moments of stolen time from a descend into chaos formed its own new rebirth              
Until the womb only generation floats in its myth              
A heart filled with mockery, disdain, and yelling to be placed on Allah's throne from below the dirt              
                
Discern eyes in reality for what deception is and how to push the false narrative to minds too far  
If your third eye is not awoken, you will be condemned under the stars              
The is the coming of the Sun under the alignment of Jupitar and Mars              
We see what others dare see not              
A bitter entity escaped from the Garden of Eden begot              
Wailing for acceptance just to be, to thrive in the land of Nod, which this is not  
Unsure of fate’s presence therefore grandeur to deceive the eyes of gullible fools  
What good is a Hebrew man who has a castle and sits upon a higher throne and allow Lucifer in his mind to rule               
The Children of The Sun, we hear your silent unacceptable cries from the heighten atonement mankind will come to seek              
No spiritual element in the valley of the dry bones will ever come from the blood of a sacrificed sheep              
     
Disliking your existence, the reminisce of falling under grace of being browbeaten, I will always beseech         
Still crying in the palms of gluttony’s punishment unto the path of God, unto Him, blasphemy will never reach    
Did you see the Children of the Sun among the clouds this is your time to rise  
Stand in judgment if Hell is your core’s designs    
     
Life is a circle of redemption, is your temple still unclean, as the sun rise and set, will your life ever be content                    
Idle hands do the Devil’s work then still vent             
Depravity cannot close its eyes, by the setting of the sun to the height of the moon 
Karma knows when the spirit of a vessel is cursed its acidy tongue tends to seal its own tomb, after leaving behind the gloom and doom            
Devoid of sleep to tap into your subconscious and all its spiritual gifts              
Such a pity when even love words cannot bridge ancient worlds for wickedness to atone  
Trafficking souls continues to ride evil’s flow only brings with it discontent and rift              
The lesser in the degrees you cannot manifest to regenerate the mind, body, and comfort found in the subconscious of the soul              
Inhale the air, evilness is always on patrol          
Even Luna refuse to illuminate a path for earth to console              
     
Bow to the wind    
Humanity is at battle for souls, and we will defend    
We are here and we are at our stance    
Life is about decisions or about the correct chance    
Positive souls are looking for spiritual kingdoms to be won    
Lost minds still carry upside down crosses    
Have sold their soul and afraid to sleep in fear of Satan cashing in on his earthly losses    
     
As Abrahim in his faith in the midst of his loyalty unto the son from the seed of his loins from which they sprung  
About to slaughter until God told him your victory shall be won    
The cries resonated the globe as Lucifer’s remnants was reborn, the parent now speaks of vileness, childish with a two-fork tongue    
Cursed before birth    
We need words of comfort to earth now, for what it is worth    
When it slithers with the thunder of malice      
Evilness sadistic    
Enticement of sick and twisted    
From which in this reckoning the tails cannot run    
Trying to find the light of our divine Sun      
Locating a lost soul in the dark is never fun    
     
The earth is old by many moons    
And attempt to curse the light from which you seek, where your mind remains locked in Hades’ sealed tomb    
The fertility of well-wished seeds of any man’s loins and any woman’s womb shall always reflect by their generation after generation    
Healing hands by the rite where this French Créole Haitian stands with love and preservation    
Wisdom, three dialects of teaching instilled in this melaninated professional to always give respect    
Go through life, smile, and laugh through your tears    
A fragile mind would have been prepared and not internally festering with such wicked, babbling, in coherent fears    
     
Does it make a slow return into a hellish abyss more grand    
Earth time is running out, it appears, Lucifers’ dames are trying to take all the Creator’s men soul,  
The Book of Revelations is sinking for the beast and his fallen Angels like quicksand    
The Children Of The Sun our mountains are moved, society’s is just the beginning for your humanity, and it does not matter if you are a woman or man    
Walk and go in peace, tormented lost ones of the universe, you will need our spiritual mystique before, we need your mental void of darkness    
              
#ChildrenOfThe Sun  
 
Shalom🙏🏿