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The Reigns Of Sun (Nostradamus-COTS)
Purple Candle
Is it true what they say
I bow to the elements of the earth, as I kneel to pray
Goodness always finishes last
Even a rainbow after the rain is known to diminish after the overcast
The insignia of the sky a gift from the Creator to you
The oath of its arched purpose rooted in the colors of its truth
A beautiful world, entanglement of wars, corruption, accepted by manmade political views
Can I take off my shoes and run through the flowers
Knowing each stem I see, each petal touched has stood and remain rooted in its darkest hour
What do man want that he can return after he gives
The Ten Commandments, The Seven Deadly Sins
Is it not that enough for the temple to inhale, exhale as humanity tries to righteously live
My sword is getting weighty for the things I cannot bear
Sometimes is it best to be silent and suffer in Satan’s lair
He has all the earthly toys
Can give you the wishes, dreams a false promise that never leads to a lifetime of joy
But not life that can give an empty womb the dream of having a handsome boy or a pretty girl
Can cure you in sickness and save your soul in the last rites before death
A test of my faith, now you truly know why Jesus wept
The tears in his remembrance for a civilization of the sinner or the savoir merged at times when met
The more I push the more things remains the same
Is it me or is the world upside down, and His wandering flock of shepherd, bathing in the stich of pain, shame, certainly not in the Creator’s name
Thy will shall be done
Whose Kingdom when I wield my sword I am protecting as faith in religion creeds slowly becomes unwon
The wicked lamenting in the synagogue of wicked tongues
One foot pivoted to flee the other refusing to run
Why have I been ordained to accept this worldly stigma upon my feet, upon my hands
His only begotten son asks in his darkest hour, why have you forsaken me heard during his crucifixion across the land
My legs are wobbling, the cry seem so far for peace no matter how many theological pastors around the world preach
The mountaintop peaks are just too high to reach
And deaf ears encountered in the resistance when voices refuse to teach
I had a dream about the ring of fire
The duality of my life forces, too many spans lost in the trust of its human desire
Standing proud, standing tall
Would it be so damaging to extinguish the internal flame of my torch, and just let it fall
My ancestral would bemoan in their graves
Time is of essence, for the narrow road I pave
Then I heard my great grann’s dialect so spiritual, so loud
Lifting my head, looking beyond the clouds
Don’t worry the world will continuously to cry
It is up to you to dry its eyes, my Indigo child
Opening my eyes, her voice the reason of my honor, the Holy Grail to uphold my shield, not for others to atone
Live life and allow others to worry about the emotions found to the entrance of their homes
Guided by the gems of my life found in the peace of my divine stones
The water to baptize knowing, I will have to go alone
Once risen like a Phoenix within dimensions to roam
Mothership steer my beautiful earthly cruise
When my footsteps are faltering, allow me to remember there is still good in the hearts of mankind to feel, eyes that need to see miracles that heal, where redeemed souls will never lose
Selah
#ChildrenOfTheSun
Is it true what they say
I bow to the elements of the earth, as I kneel to pray
Goodness always finishes last
Even a rainbow after the rain is known to diminish after the overcast
The insignia of the sky a gift from the Creator to you
The oath of its arched purpose rooted in the colors of its truth
A beautiful world, entanglement of wars, corruption, accepted by manmade political views
Can I take off my shoes and run through the flowers
Knowing each stem I see, each petal touched has stood and remain rooted in its darkest hour
What do man want that he can return after he gives
The Ten Commandments, The Seven Deadly Sins
Is it not that enough for the temple to inhale, exhale as humanity tries to righteously live
My sword is getting weighty for the things I cannot bear
Sometimes is it best to be silent and suffer in Satan’s lair
He has all the earthly toys
Can give you the wishes, dreams a false promise that never leads to a lifetime of joy
But not life that can give an empty womb the dream of having a handsome boy or a pretty girl
Can cure you in sickness and save your soul in the last rites before death
A test of my faith, now you truly know why Jesus wept
The tears in his remembrance for a civilization of the sinner or the savoir merged at times when met
The more I push the more things remains the same
Is it me or is the world upside down, and His wandering flock of shepherd, bathing in the stich of pain, shame, certainly not in the Creator’s name
Thy will shall be done
Whose Kingdom when I wield my sword I am protecting as faith in religion creeds slowly becomes unwon
The wicked lamenting in the synagogue of wicked tongues
One foot pivoted to flee the other refusing to run
Why have I been ordained to accept this worldly stigma upon my feet, upon my hands
His only begotten son asks in his darkest hour, why have you forsaken me heard during his crucifixion across the land
My legs are wobbling, the cry seem so far for peace no matter how many theological pastors around the world preach
The mountaintop peaks are just too high to reach
And deaf ears encountered in the resistance when voices refuse to teach
I had a dream about the ring of fire
The duality of my life forces, too many spans lost in the trust of its human desire
Standing proud, standing tall
Would it be so damaging to extinguish the internal flame of my torch, and just let it fall
My ancestral would bemoan in their graves
Time is of essence, for the narrow road I pave
Then I heard my great grann’s dialect so spiritual, so loud
Lifting my head, looking beyond the clouds
Don’t worry the world will continuously to cry
It is up to you to dry its eyes, my Indigo child
Opening my eyes, her voice the reason of my honor, the Holy Grail to uphold my shield, not for others to atone
Live life and allow others to worry about the emotions found to the entrance of their homes
Guided by the gems of my life found in the peace of my divine stones
The water to baptize knowing, I will have to go alone
Once risen like a Phoenix within dimensions to roam
Mothership steer my beautiful earthly cruise
When my footsteps are faltering, allow me to remember there is still good in the hearts of mankind to feel, eyes that need to see miracles that heal, where redeemed souls will never lose
Selah
#ChildrenOfTheSun
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