Sons of God

I am to trust the woman that is suppose to hold my spine
While being questioned and put under review as if I'm the one who committed a crime
My mind is flooded with words from questions and slander/ interrupted rest while in continuous servitude while held in contempt for just a misinterpreted gander/ being rebuked and reminded of a standard/ continually interjected and silenced/ only having a nod of consent and my hand to hand her/ this land was at 1st governed by man/ for man was and is the splitting image of God/ It was only when man was deceived by woman when man was introduced to man's flaw and now our authority and identity is hidden by the fog of war/ This Identity Crisis is one I never had before/ for I was content in the lie/ The lie that only labels me as a good guy but not one who is able to command the skies land and sea/ I am to believe that aspect of man is gone/ and my personal divinity I can no longer see/ Sure I know to obtain such now is only through the 1 true King/ This is sad because we are suppose to surpass the very beings that fly before God, guide us and sing/ Maybe I'm being extreme but I doubt it/ because the voices of the true sons of God have yet to be sounded/ it's not because they don't exist but they don't know they exist/ and we resist such truths because we'll begin to lose what we grew comfortable in/ social validation/ and within this social hierarchy we're being demasculinized/ that is no coincidence/ We as men are suppose to lead fearlessly and yet we hold up and look for approval from the community / We've taken the posture that a woman is suppose to have for her King/ in the name of equality/ when man and woman was never created equal/ but we act like this new life that we as men embraced is God's predestined sequel/ We men went from ruling with patience, love, virtue, the sword and personal bravado/ to cowering behind the disapprovals of others/ Such was faced by true kings  (Moses, Joshua, David, Jesus and His Apostles)  We went from searching for knowledge and wisdom and building up the inner man for God to behold/ to being determined by how well we externally present ourselves and our quality and quantity of clothes/ We emphasize the leaves of a tree instead paying attention to the soil that our roots is in/ as soon as the leaves fall we believe we're experiencing the end/ and begin to panic/ the soil itself isn't good but we don't know that so we incidentally become stagnant/ Our Paradigm, Perception and Trajectory has to shift/ and when it does this Fog of War will begin to lift/ we're  then able to reclaim what was lost to us so many moons ago/ and will be in alignment to what was foretold/ For the Earth is still waiting for the sons of God's voice to sound/ Let's us rise therefore sons of God/ let us once again take up our crown/