A Thousand Years From Forever (Nine)

The Ascend Of A Queen  
Queen Sephora  
   
So Above  
So Below  
   
My Lord, what fog has entered the Queen’s foresight  
My eyes are open, denied in its fluttering, there is darkness that greets me as pitch as night  
Why must my body feel as weightless as water, I convalesced in a fetal position, I am the Queen, of Scotland and England and of Catholic faith never to trust in superstition  
Awaken me Yeshua, commence my sacred temple under your skies toll my incantations by the laws of a Hebrew Queen  
I do not know if this is a state of animation of an eternal dream  
It is dark, I feel mist of warm  
I hear beaming soundwaves like an infant waiting to be born  
   
I need the guidance of the Divine Sunshine  
I vow to trust until my beloved I return unto once upon a time  
Midnight passion, of lust, wide orchard desires  
Making love on a bearskin rug near a flaming fire  
   
To be again in my King’s bed  
Or bodies blending, our endorphins sending, hearts mending  
Such a rose who petals have fallen in the stolen moments of being accused  
By a King, who only wanted to blackmail for a ruse    
In his entrapping arms, for my oath of silence, his loins were refused  
   
Now, I lay in tarry, my Divine Creator    
Is there not love of an exiled Queen, in this denominator  
Oh Lord, Yeshua, not od this justice in Your name that is thinning my body  
I am a of royalty, a sultry hottie  
   
Please, please I will be a better Queen  
Return the energy of my spirit to the existence of joviality where my insights were keen  
Reveal to me the inspire behind my rival's conspire    
   
I held my rosary beads during the commencements of state affairs  
Upheld my crown, without batting my eyes, we do not show fear, or lessen our daily mantras of care  
It is an oath that topples the strands of atonement of a Hebrew Queen or Hebrew King’s strands of hair,  
   
My eyes overseeing from my throne, as I stood under the royal a mistreatment in the absence of my watery demised King  
I cannot breathe  
I feel my body inching in movement from this pool of emancipation I have bathed in, my virgin skin coating with the essence of one existence quantum to another  
The placenta of a soul’s birth from every womb of life  
From its cocoon it shall become one with Mother Earth and not plant roots of strife  
   
In the remembrance of his touch, removing clothes of obscurity in haste, oh the power of lace and the hue of red  
The rose of England, unto the bosom of many suitors, to kiss upon my hand, rule over their head  
Bow in an alliance as royalty is to promote in the name sovereignty  
Under a King’s insignia, where he stands, or where he lays in his bed  
I hear voices on the other side My Lord, what is happening to me, I cannot speak  
In your Holy words, you advised the masses, Heaven is bestowed to the meek  
Oh, my eyes are starting to close  
I’ve seen a light, in my shamantic ideology I’ve turned from it, it is not the way to ascend  
A new world is slowing departing for my intellect, heart and mind I commend  
A Pandora Box of my spiritual gifts    
   
Reversal Of Time  
Genesis  
   
EVE  
   
My Queen, inhale and just one more breath  
You are suspended between being born or not to be given to this world, resulting in organismic pre-death  
The denial of this realm’s wealth  
You are once again, rebirthing unto the Waterloo  
I am the woman who scent of the flowers that were abandoned when my footsteps walked its lush grounds  
Serenity found in its tranquil sounds  
The secret of the waters gave our skin our Children Of The Sun power, our grace, our faith in all  
Until mortals somehow opened the first Heaven Portal, in eh battle the Garden of Eve remained tall  
   
Our Yoruba Gods and us Yoruba Goddess, we overseen such fertile land  
We were the Utopia to any Allah given Hebrew man  
My Angelic Queen, there will be a time as you pass through the reversal of my time in history  
You will become the beginning for all eyes to see  
You will unravel the many mysteries  
And watch for the one who has the tongue of the serpent and the alluring words as sweet as an apple to tease  
   
I give you the spirit of our divine animal, the Horse, we as Queens, we move by the silence of the wind  
Upon our presence the treetops softly sway they do not bend  
We gallop to uphold in fairness, and just, and we do know the art of pleasuring of Gods, our Sires, and may the visions as the Light Bearer give you the clairvoyance, the gateway to your pineal gland as you have Kingdoms bowing at your feet in the cordial meet  
Watch the Sire, as the fiery giant, he will bring shame upon lonely sheets  
   
My Angelic Angel, this is your Genesis where the Parchments of Revelations you will complete in its feat  
Walk in the grace of each national race  
Until you are rebirthed back into your Higher Oracle of the Third Heaven, I give you the cognitive of reversal, it has now to take place  
   
The Third Heaven  
Echoes From Beyond  
   
I am the Beginning and the End  
The vessel of my seal to my child’s first sound will be to the wind  
She is of water from my ordained fluid in her consecrated cocoon, touched by my Holy Hand  
An Angelic Queen, bearing each word as it becomes the past, read in the present, gifted to Heavens in the future, As the ten oaths given to mankind to understand, they are My Commands  
Upon her scrolls I ordain the Ankh, I rest in my creation in seven days, I have just commenced this woman, to the first man, who stands in The Gardon Of Eden alone  
I give to him this Hebrew Queen of Genesis, she is the absence of his rib to atone  
Blending of hearts will be tested by the hieroglyphics of Love Psalms    
   
The Waterloo  
Below Sea Level  
   
The Dragon Kingdom  
   
What time is this Royal Revelation Deliverance due to take place  
And why was I not notified, I left instructions no one was to leave the temple of Our Lord, or His Holy Grace  
My First Knightman, explain you undermining my authority, and if it is not to my liking, or the remote possibility I would lose my beloved, or how in my mind she consoles  
You will be quartered and that is to be so  
If for any reasons, Our King, Our Lordship has laid his eyes upon this fair maidan, or upon her skin where his hands may patrol  
I remember the day I held her in my arms, and she gave me excuses then turned me away  
She did not consider my heart, my feelings, her bastard King, she pledged too, if it is so, this realm he will see his dismay  
   
My Sire, the Supreme King is no one to take lightly he makes his own rules  
Well even the teacher can be schooled  
My Sire, you may breathe the death of fire  
The Supreme King is covet by the sword of David, the twelve tribes of Judah in his Heavenly life no weapons formed against him shall prosper under any detrimental desires that have or will ever come to him to retire  
That means so above so below, no war, to start, will be no war you and I know will be our downfall, our imminent end  
Yes, but for a man and his heart, what does he die for trying to defend  
   
I can still smell her chocolate scent, I will give my last dying breath to taste upon her lips, I pray nightly to taste her beguiling sins  
To feel her skin against my skin  
I know she is the incarnate of my faraway Queen  
Upon the field of gold, there was healing waterfalls and warm flowing streams  
Tell me, my First Knightman, this could not all be in my mind  
You must answer that, my Sire, all in due time  
Once I see this woman’s face  
I know it may be her, and the dreams of her touching me I know will suddenly be erase  
   
I hope she can put me out of my misery, so I live and breathe again among the Waterloo  
Not some Superior King, behind closed doors acting like some lovesick fool    
In chase of a ghost, a woman, century after century I pursue  
My Sire, quickly, it is time for us to leave, the Horse’s Groomsman has saddled the Stallions for us and our Knights to ride  
Yes, let’s go and see if my heart can rejoice  
Hopefully, my First Knightman, Kingdom’s will not collide  
   
   
   
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