Sun-Day Sky Lights (COTS)

I am the beguiling world behind the softness of the moon              
Where ancient secrets of the mind looms              
The spirit of my staff touched waters where Moses was drawn from the Nile and sanctified the streams that flowed from the Blue Lagoon  
Prophecy is an act of faith which shadows its path              
In the mirror reflective eyes sees, wraith, doom, despair, yet devoid of peace the incoming equation of earthly math                      
The Knights of the round table marched in battle within the flag, peace I swayed              
Catholics slaughtered the Templers for practicing ungodly rage              
              
My fingers glide, my sacred gift, from my mother’s third eye vison, to see, and feel the pulsate sights as once Nostradamus              
The clarity so clear as a window from history to my nostrils drift the smell of another place, another time I slip              
The tears of Mary Magdalene seeped on that hill in Golgotha, her presence Jesus took reverence in I beseech              
A man she loved of spirituality who died in vain from his mouth he did teach            
Love, honor, and obey, the golden rule of life He unto his disciples he did preach              
The religions of the world, yet no one heart stands to be right              
To give us the laws of the Freemasons, the SkullsandBones, the Illuminati, and mood-altering medication to control thoughts with hidden mind control infused with government plights              
              
Close your eyes and listen to what your pineal gland tells you              
It is the code of your DNA, the core to the wonders of the word, the morality you crave you cannot get by eating luxury processed toxic food              
Sit, meditate, and listen to Mother Nature when she cries              
The trees are disappearing, cloud seeding, pollution, not enough bees to pollinate, and no one can tell you why              
Unexplained dead foul polluting the seas, the land, housed with maggots and flies              
The mystic chants of Proverbs, Psalms, the truth of earthly justice, oh my              
    
In the Motherland, poachers still killing the beautiful beasts of the land that runs so free              
Netting, encasing them in Zoological cages and allow people to pay to see              
Look around the world and see what we’ve sown              
Out of the womb a baby is birthed in the renewal of creation, but how can we offer the seeds of its growth in a life less perfected of serenity, prosperity, and false promises until their full grown              
Viruses, plagues, shortages, inflation, recession, and tainted baby food with lead              
Not my words, this is what the government has professed, investigated, and said              
              
The hushed secrets of the seven seas              
Where the siren calls to lure the make believe              
The tide washes the footprints of time riddled upon the land              
Overtaken the shores to cleanse the fallacies of woman, child, and man              
What do You see when you look at the sun              
On the other side of life, it rises on another Kingdom              
The balminess to the skin it soothes until it sets on the earth              
Bowed heads, rested upon knees, the sun streaming from the glasses of Mosque, as unified chants to Allah echoed in religion rebirth    
The beautiful oceans intellectual minds have come to sail              
Is there truly a Heaven and Hell              
Is the meaning of life found only in the existence of my inhale and exhale              
              
Tell me before the rains come as sure as the thunder and lightning marked              
Artificial intelligence, throughout charged gigabytes sparked              
Erected towers, wireless connections              
The new wave of communication allegiance of the United Nations              
Opening my eyes, awakening from my trance              
I’ve have seen the cometh of the Book of Revelations a war begotten of the beast and humanity’s last chance              
The remnant of the Morning Star’s seed              
Separatism of hatred, bigotry, racial disparity, from the meek, shall be the earth’s newest creed              
Over the rainbow, harmony, serenity, shall be found past the cradle of the moon        
The Ankh I stand for, the begotten son and the promise of life, death, and resurrection shall be soon  
    
Assalamu Alaikum
    

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