A Thousand Years From Forever (Fourteen)

The Golden Palace    
The Royal Supreme King’s Bedchambers  
   
Into The Darkness  
   
Queen Persephone  
Hades  
 
My Queen, it is time for you and I to go on sentimental journey through the phrases of time  
Once you open your eyes to the other side  
Do you think you can rule a nation, Light Bearer of the righteous and be a Guardian to the meek  
We are everywhere, the Waterloo, our prowess does not reach  
I shall get you, Light Bearer you will come to bow down to Hades, our Lord  
Where you will be given the wishes of your heart, after you have severed your divine cord  
A nation of Kings, you will have the reign, I give to you, only if you join me, where depravity of the mind larks  
Twist the fables of the Holy Relic, in the heat of lust, you shall come undone, it’s the lifestyle you want, I know your mind when no one listens to it in the dark  
There will be one among you, who professes his love for you to try a coop on such a daunting King’s heart  
Can love last for centuries still endure, Light Bearer, this is the nine centimeters of Dante’s Inferno, what every embryo in the vessel of a spiritual war must adhere to when the intellect is unyoked, in the fetal stage of it being weak  
It is nine times to the 33rd power of creation we tempt, to instill sloth, envy, lust, pride anger, gluttony, wrath, greed  
Queen Sephora, the Light Bearer our paths will forsake again  
I am the lust in your hips, when pleasing your King’s groin, the Waterloo, a paradise of Eden without the original sin  
You will make love to your Sire as if I am whispering in your ear, my energy will reap the benefits of your pleasure  
His mouth to my kiss, my thighs, opening to revied his hard thrust. Let me be his rose, he opens, closing his eyes and reciting Arabic, without regard or measure  
I can smell him when he enters you, your pheromones heating up in your veins  
The abandonment of physical deprivation, when he knees the mattress deep into the bed, his eyes already have escaped into my head  
A King’s love in his sheets, naked, his muscular physique , wearing his insignia in the strands of his divine coat of seal, my adoration, kissing the ring, loving the beginning and ending in each of our esoteric beat  
Tongues swirling  
Let the King from the Waterloo hear my moans, my dialect may heed, his finger twirling    
I will be the one ride upon his craving, when he strokes himself, he will think of my mouth, my scent, when I seduce him mentally from the comforts of my Hell  
Queen Sephora, what do you have to offer, if you come with me, let our realm be the one step farther down you take, only the Angels will know you wanted a taste of sin, and oh dear Archangel Micheal, will never hear, to the embers, my lips will never tell  
   
With a King, who has loved the scent of tumbled sheets  
The sacred union in name only as you open your eyes, for him to greet  
Whatever would you do in a castle all alone  
The man who you have given your heart to his destiny too, beds others, will never atone  
Leaving the Queen, on a silent throne  
You can be a Queen, on the seat in Hades, our Lord Of Darkness will, love you  
You will be his Royal Mistress, and you will be bedded nightly for the secrets you bring from Heaven, and from the Waterloo  
You are very liberal in your sexual conquests; I have studied your evolution from afar  
As an Angel, I smell you, I inhale the air, oh how sweet, a little Venus who has searched for her Mars  
A virgin to my sexual cruelty, oh, but with you, my, dear Heavenly Queen, I keep Hades satisfied, surely, my gifts to you, if you would accept this offer before you are predestined to be delivered to this Consecrated realm  
Stop and think, be your own Queen, in an entanglement of immortality, and the ruins of chaos you may not find in him  
Make sure you always bless over your coins in a wishing well, make sure it gets covet in the Waterloo, and not farther down in the pit of Hell  
Oh, my Queen Sephora, in Heaven, you rule, on Earth, my seasonal gardening home  
Since there is no portal to unseal that connection between two dimensions in time  
Join me, Queen Sephora, and this throne of Darkness will be yours, for you to rule, where the Sun of man will never shine  
   
The Golden Palace    
The Royal Supreme King’s Bedchambers    
   
I am Queen Sephora, a Light Bearer who brings hope to the lost with songs and a Moorish ceremonial dance    
My incantations resonating in the wind of celestial dance  
To the sacred waters that humanity has deposited society’s pollution, from the Heaven’s I reign  
To show mankind, there is hope in your Psalms to blanket the hurt and the Pain  
   
A Sire, who arms I have longed for to return from centuries ago  
Over constellations, galaxies, I have traveled to this moment, a point in time, I cannot explain this gravitation pull, this cosmic shift  
And I cannot escape its windfall, my King, his shoulder upon the wonders of the world, yes, he does to uplift    
An empire of Yoruba Gods, Goddesses, Moorish Kings, Hebrew Queens as my scrolls shall not deny my eyes, or my ancient crest of truth, as the water flow, allow the sands to the Egypt and the parchments of the Waterloo, let freedom in the moment drift  
A Sire, who rules his dynasty like an iron fist  
Why have you forsaken me, I must be strong to endure, to be the soft reasoning to his needs  
   
Queen Persephone  
Hades  
   
My Queen, the Light Bearer, Darkness must prevail to balance the universe  
My realm is for the vessel to atone before the spirit ascends in its rebirth  
I suppose Jesus had a Queen after all  
I must mention this to Mary Magdalene, I am sure she would like to speak to the Light Bearer before a King’s uprise, if you join us, it will be his fall  
 
The Golden Palace    
The Royal Supreme King’s Bedchambers    
 
I am Queen Sephora  
   
I am of Royalty, and this is my fate, what the will of Allah has dealt  
The pilgrimage of my journey, each dimension the enticement exceeding, until it all sounds good, but to the heart, the absence of pain will be felt  
The merriment of lineage I shall avowal, war that has not happen, I shall make it right, from whence accused, humility has suffered many welts  
   
Lilith    
Hades  
   
You are the missing element to make this covenant rise against the light, Queen Sephora  
We will bring in a New World order once we get possession of that sacred water, we will rule by the moon’s last quarter  
We need its baptism to Christian our Demons, they are getting weak  
Like night crawlers, we do suckle from the meek  
A starlight vessel to covet the temptation for a soul, his oath to Heaven, his spirit will never reach  
He will be the one who woo you in the synagogue where words sound soothing, untamed  
He will come to you in the Most High Name  
There will be temptation in your eyes  
You will come to see this choice to join me in eternal damnation, for us to rise  
We need the sacred elements in that water Allah has ordained to become as Giants in the second coming  
One drop of that sacred water, its healing infusion will have this sphere humming  
We have demons who would like to see yesteryears gone by  
Ready to battle from the Hades to the skies    
I can give you Dominion over Earth, and your own army of goons  
This is your sacrifice, Light Bearer, then it will be gone too soon  
We walk upon land with two feet, under my purebred, and Hades, the earth, as your heart desires  
I am Lilith, and I can grant you the power behind any Sire  
   
The Golden Palace    
The Royal Supreme King’s Bedchambers  
   
I am Queen Sephora, I stand  

Lilith    
Hades   

You are a Queen who never was, once you open your eyes, instead of grabbing my hand  

The Golden Palace    
The Royal Supreme King’s Bedchambers

I am Queen Sephora  
   
What, is happening to her, Medicine Man  
She has been talking like this where I cannot seem to understand  
The Sacred Alchemist Seer has been summoned  
She keeps, tossing and then, mumbling, humming  
   
I need everyone to step back and do not say a word  
This union had been foretold, hopefully, she is the woman who unto the Waterloo, will serve  
I have moved the uncovered mirror to the bottom of the bed  
I request silence as I sprinkle salt above her head  
What is the meaning of this, woman of the Sky Sage  
This woman who lay there, and remembers me, by touch, she betrayed me, I feel no revenge, I will deal with this once we see if she comes in peace or brings demonic rage  
I hear names she speaks of old, Dragon, Javiah, and other names I cannot comprehend  
So, you know of these men, My King, My Lord, who this woman shouts out in the middle of the night, I think your souls somehow blends  
Is she here to finish killing my heart, or mend  
And how do you know this, my castle is private, talk, explain my unrevealed revelations, or I split you in jest before twilight, as to your Supreme King you have offend  
Her soul speaks to me from a land before space and creation, My Sire  
That woman who lay there will be the uprise, and the entanglement of an conspire  
   
If perhaps this woman is your Queen who has eclipsed upon the Waterloo  
If she is sent by the Heaven’s above, she will build the foundation for alliance with Earth and Heaven in pursuit  
There will be fair maidens after the King’s wisdom, but stand in protection, oversee your affairs with fairness and loyalty  
The power of a Hebrew King who presides over a sacred realm, must remain open and receptive, it’s what a true Sire shall and will do  
It free the pathway for Allah's knowledge to reprieve, receive or overrule    
Once this woman opens her eyes, I have draped her temple with amulets over her, we do not need evil deity who will utilize the vessel of her spirit to birth evil against our sacred waters with Hades demonic attacks  
Where she lies defenselessly and even more importantly where she may sat  
If so, once the entity expels and look in the mirror to trap  
   
Javiah, come to me, my love  
Harken to my voice, as flames we shall merge the alliance, our souls to humanity, with peace as it pours  
Allah has ordained your hair, let our wings soar, through those open doors  
Cares me with words of love from so many moons  
Kiss over my rose petals, to my thigh, bathe with me in Goat Milk, as we exchange those kisses under the sky, come night, from midnight to noon  
My tongue, branding the pilgrimage up your Moorish skin  
A soft love bit to your inner arm, my King, closing my eyes, as you chant to the Heavens, easing into the labyrinth of my soul, inhaling our mating scent, time after time, this is where, I do not know how, have the skies, intervened  
   
Queen Persephone  
Hades  
   
Queen Sephora, you mut submit under your King, you will never be free  
You must come within this covenant, to make the winds of three  
   
The Golden Palace    
The Royal Supreme King’s Bedchambers  
   
I am Queen Sephora  
   
Your heart, in and out of time, my whispers have you have consumed  
Touch me, oh yes, my love, Starship me tonight, and don’t be late  
Medicine man turn your head, I will disallow any man to witness, my…my… woman fingering herself why she masturbates  
This is outrageous what is happening to my future Queen, and should the Roman Catholic church send a priest, as the Supreme King, I am irate  
My King, My Lord, look at her leg, the rose petals have bloomed to now nine  
Speak English Sacred Alchemist, you are a Seer, and I do not have time for folklore sublime  
This woman is wrestling with demons, there are more powerful prior to birth  
The Lord Of Darkness sends Lilith and then Queen Persephone to do his bidding worth  
I must say, My King, My Lord, the temptation can corrupt you, and that is not a divine door I hope this woman does not open  
Yes, I need her eyes to see mine first, once she becomes awoken  
   
Queen Persephone  
Hades  
   
Queen Sephora, no, come back to this darkness and become our light  
We are the brides to immorality, where we live by thy will, and bedazzled the masses, to compromise what is wrong, you spray a little tempting perfume on its allure, wrong becomes right    
   
The Golden Palace    
The Royal Supreme King’s Bedchamber  
   
I am Queen Sephora  
I am Queen Sephora  
I am Queen….    
   
She is awakening, My King, My Lord, do not touch her  
Well hello Sunshine, welcome back, the eyes I remember, I do wonder who else have you made purr  
Guard, escort, the Queen, to my Hightower  
The Royal Council would like to see how you bewitched another, I was given another change by Allah, for me to bestow revenge, in the return of your darkest hour  
I had to declare war in a previous spere  
Looking and lusting for a woman, who I love when she is not near  
I returned to a castle exposed with lies, I had to endure the humiliation, my Queen ran off with another lover, as I was in a war defending your honor, you have committed treason, and to be granted my heart’s revenge is my only…. ah…ah... reason  
   
Take her away  
May it be a myth that does not destroy, I need a Queen, that Queen, at my side  
My King, My Lord, we watched you have her escorted out of your bed to the Hightower, that is not what I foresee with your two souls collide  
It is preliminary, there will be plenty of sunshine I see when I glace upon that face, when that dark hued ancient beauty will warm my sheets  
A time where our bodies gave passion, a time where respect governed our psyche  
Entwined upon the meet  
   
   
   
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