A Thousand Years From Forever (Fifteen)

The Waterloo
Below Sea Level
 
The Anunnaki Starship Kingdom (Eighth Dimension)
 
My King, Our Supreme Lord, as the forefathers of this sacred ground
There is a Queen in our midst, whose energy we feel as resound
We have received word of this Grand Royal Ball
We stand as truth, who walk with the Gate Watchers, and we stand as Gods of all living matter, mightier than the lions and above the giants who no longer stand tall
 
As the Elders, and upon the heirs of my loins, Enki and Enlil who overruled as right and left
Each one holding the fate of the creation, and its inhabitants once a lifespan has been dealt
We will recite upon the spiritual relics of the path, for which we come in truth as written by the law of epoch
We are the alpha creation for which mankind cannot place
The phases of life flowed under our insignia written upon the stars, hidden by books, denied to the eyes by the human race
 
Your mind cannot get out the sphere of not channeling the greatness within
Superior Beings, as we stood in the province of his realm before we upsend to the service, marveling upon the presence, our Starchild ordained the Moorish Man's Scalp way before, the originality of sin
We shall return to bring glory to the skies
To Earth, we bring the evolution of the laws of spiritual manifestation from Sundown, to give you a rebirthed Sunrise
One moment in Allah’s hand is a thousand flames
As baptism upon this sacred land, sanctified by the water to become of Hevenly grace, in His name
We have sought the absence of a long forgotten Queen
We bow to evolution as a new reign, it is no longer a hopeless dream
 
The Golden Palace
The Council Room
 
My King, My Lord, as your First Knightman, I feel something eradicating on the winds of the Waterloo
There is buzz and speculation of this woman, and hearsay in pursuit
Unseen eyes would like to know is this woman a Goddess, a Succubus, who has enchanting powers, forgive my directness, with permission
Speak, my First Knightman under no restricted conditions
Yes, who shared our Sire’s sheets
There are Kings who are silently clamoring for such a sacred hand upon the greet
 
A King does not worry about mundane duties, upon the castle that occupies his own realm as in time before land
My Queen, and I will address these concerns once I take the vow of her hand
In this realm and this dialect is not to be mentioned unto other ears
You are in strict confidence, my King, My Lord and have no fear
 
I touched the feminine essence of my Queen
A virgin, so pristine, in the beginning of course
After the liberations, I must drop this to a whisper, in honor, and between us men, with respect, let it be said, and then your ears to be forgotten, she rode this King’s loins like I was her midnight horse
Europia and Utopia, in the sheets of esoterica's greed, consumed in the heat of primitive lust
She made me feel like the old man is have not lost that knack, and that remains a fact
 
In other words, My King, My Lord, you are enjoying your Queen's prowess when she is on her back
Within the creaminess of her thighs, I most definitely will trust
After she climaxed then I bust my royal nutt
I made her understand I am King, and she is to stand and face the Royal Council to seal her fate for abandoning her throne ancient moons ago
Her reincarnation, have befallen her once she fell into the portal through Earth, it was her fate at that moment as sure as these water flows
 
Destiny cannot be recreated, no matter what technology lays upon its artificial intelligence, the blueprint of our existence, we have paved the scrolls, upon the words, the oaths, of Thoth, the Emeral Tablets, the wisdom remains at the helm of your feet
The strongest of minds can only unlock the gifts of man's creation, the womb of a woman's during conception, and balance the emancipation of a child's future generation, it is within the trifecta of regenerating the afterlife, upon the Waterloo, a biosphere where intellects rule before their Heavenly ascend
 
Such blindness to allow hatred to block the receptions of the Third Eye
It is the pathway to many lifeforms, many lifespans of creations to give you the secrets of the skies
 
The Roman Constatine knew before the stars will fall, mankind will never be replaced
A legacy granted by the Creator, for civilizations not to worship any idols before Him,
the deception weakens the blanket of humanity’s race
Each breath shallowed, labored from showering industrial acid rain infusion
A society whose generational mind is in an animated state of confusion
There will be battles above the tides that pull in the ocean for supremacy upon the Giants and the Flesh, this will not disturb the scared water of this abyss
We need to maintain law and that is a direct order from your Supreme King, I do not like surprises, or sudden tricks
No King will survive his own reign if he brings discontent wrapped in the shroud of dark
Only empty minds, bring wicked intent to the door of its own heart
 
My King, My Lord, you are Head of the Royal Council, is not the laws of the cornerstone we, as your loyal subjects, in honor of this consecrated realm before the creation, we bow in respect with chants to Allah to keep disunite away
 
I know I have felt her soul a thousand times like the winds of yesterday
My First Knightman, you protect the inner and surrounding grounds of this Holy sphere
I adhere to the way the wind is shifting, if Allah can hear
You gave me the staff and You gave my Hebrew lineage of Kings, and Yoruba Gods their Golden Rod of knowledge
Time is like a broken clock that is right two times a day, however no progress to generate farther moves              
My King, My Lord, we will catch whatever stirs or let loose  
 
The Golden Palace
Queen’s Royal Bedchambers
 
My Queen, if I must say, you look mythical, this King has excellent taste
No matter what dignitaries occupy this monarch, it will be your presence requested to be at my side to balance our future equate
As we shake hands in alliance for future homes given to soar to the rise of the Sun
Thy Kingdom l will uphold, my will shall be done  
To a fair maiden, who says she feels me when I’m lying near her after her lips onto mine, they were kissed
My King, My Lord, Ladies, thank you, you all were embracing and kind beyond measure
It was our pleasure, my Queen
You three ladies remind me of a time my soul has roamed
Upon this vanity chair, it feels like a dream that had found a home
 
Ahem, can the Supreme King request a glimpse of a hazel eye beauty’s time
Her cleavage will serve its purpose, my tongue lapping from her skin, the taste of her mingles with the smoothest wine
I am still remembering those kisses, beyond your royal duties, that send you, to unknown constellations of reminisce
Yet, you have haloed my scent, as the dust, when entwined, we drift
 
Yes, keep talking like that, Queen Sephora, a vow made for me, gifted from the Heavens above to fly into my nights, and bestowed such feisty passion… right there
Oo, yes, that feels good your fingers caressing my soft fine downy hairs
I have sniffed your femininity, from across the stratosphere
Mmm… we... are… oh, good God, your fingers, such an illicit move to taste the essence of me now on the lips of your mouth
Kiss me my King, come closer, oh sweet mercy, you are making me pant in my moistened South
I suppose tonight, once you slip out that attire, you can find a way, no, you can make ways to please your Sire
And, I am spoiled, so bring the offerings of your unhesitant desires
 
Mm... is this what the Queen should call, foreplay, you are a very beguiling King, handsome and teasing  
I am the Supreme King, and I am the one who needs to be pleasing
Come on woman, I’ve been bedding you in my mind, such fair maidens that have not come unto foresight, all this loveliness who stands in full view of a Hebrew brother
 
You are so sure of yourself, under the covers
And I wanted you to answer that declaration with your lips and not your hands
I am being the Kingly gentleman, and kissing your neck
Once that corset becomes undone, this Hebrew King will do nothing but keep you begging for me and wet
The temple of your Nubian Safari is inscribed upon my body I confess you my name
I have a Queen created in the cocoon of the Holy Spirit, sage in phases of celestial matter, warmness, birthed practically into my castle, our reign
  
My King, Your Lord, you have a visitor who is requesting to see you, he stated it is of urgency
The Dragon King is asking for permission to canvas the grounds, he seems to have forsaken something here, which he has sent his, deepest apologies value with a plead that is requiring his immediate need
Tell the Dragon King to meet me in the Throne Room
 
Mmm...My King, My Lord, I do hope for no more intrusions, from the comforts of a King after enjoying his Queen’s ouroboros body blanketed by the Moon
I will meet my beautiful Queen
Once the skies become darken, you can star in this Sire’s wet dreams
 
My King, My Lord
 

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