A Thousand Years From Forever (Nineteen)

The Waterloo
Below Sea Level
 
Queen Of Rebirth
 
Well, we have Queen Sephora back in our good graces
So many souls have earned the Crown by the Holy One to blend their energy among the human races
The sacredness of this realm is to give a virgin vessel the energy to become a new life  
Rebirthed from the hands of the Holy One, to teach the masses, lifespan, are granted not to bring upon a person’s daily strife
 
I give the superiority to forgive society’s further reprieve
The Holy relic of the Ankh, in the beginning of creation  
Revered in the Moorish man’s mane, within his power your mind shall receive
Close your eyes, my King, you will be among the Yoruba Immortal Gods and Yourubian Goddesses in the Great Sky, as your spirit of love, laughter, and as an immortal man, you will whisper spiritual thoughts to the world, as its in calamity as it grieves
Kneel before me, my Sire
This sword upon each of your shoulder blades, grants you the passage of those portals, be protective to the subconscious of this dimension
Instill the mantras of our galactic humbling creed, I must mention
Rise, my Hebrew King, you have been given your Earthly mission
Listen to my voice clearly, and under this Queen’s certain conditions
If perhaps you should ever stray
Remember these words as, the Queen of rebirth shall say
 
The power is in the skin you reside, it is the Son/Sun of your Moorish forefathers given Angelic wings from this realm  
As a Hebrew King, protest your loins from the Succubus or deny philosophy of the Jinn
 
An immortal cannot live by bread alone
But what his eyes in the reflection of his soul will or will not atone
No matter what idols his hands may come to worship, the soul will continue on
As you step upon the soil as your incarnate energy patrols the Holy's One's Earth
Take the values, of love, compassion, peace, and serenity, it is the covenant from the placenta of the Creator to be rebirthed
The essence of life starts in this womb of saturated divinity
You are the master of your fate, in any indemnity  
To be baptized in the fountain of evolution of the soul’s fruition is wondrous, it is an honor
A temple to be given the chance to breathe, walk its own path in life, and a powerful brain, bestowed, where he can dream kaleidoscopes, a mind can ponder
I have given you the Psalms of my provisions, and values of my divine laws
And there are no alternating stipulations you have seen, and saw
You have conquered your faith and as I place this Golden Crown upon your head  
My King, you will go forward, the calling of this junction will not be a keepsake memory, know the beliefs of the Waterloo now circulates through you, when you stand as a King, a man, you kneel in silence, and once you are rested in slumber in your bed
 
My King, are you flirting with the kiss of your destiny
I am the Queen who ordained, your present, in the past, the present, and in your future, I will oversee your victories
If there is a beloved, exalt her above the Clouds
She will be your helpmeet for many moons’ sky miles
Teach the young, for knowledge is power
Safeguard your heart upon Earth, there will be tribulations in life, the winds will covet you in the darkest hour
 
You have been rebirthed, My King
 
The Sacred Orator
 
 
 
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