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Wars of man and the beast who roams    
No, the Reptilians, Anunnaki gave man earth to atone    
It’s astonishing how mortals of today can still stand on the Creator’s sacred ground        
From the void of darkens, when the world was at peace, no vibrations, no migration, within the mist, devoid of sound      
The image of superiority to rule the land, from the breath of nostrils there stood man      
Unto his quiet heart        
Female of his rib in twain until death due part      
Domesticate over the mammals, the seas, partaking in the fruitful giving of Heavenly paradise      
Love exchanged to accept immortality by the Creator’s vows was serenity, in the surmise      
Lust, disobedience, mirrored in curiosity’s eyes        
The downfall in the cradle of freedom, no liberations in the uprise        
Poetic words of virginal alluring to take of thee        
Back arched, sensation fusing, opening, slithering between the inner passage of life, palms rested upon the thighs of Eve      
Unto her appeasing vision as Adam’s loins hung free      
            
Blankets of truth shall set the worlds upon the axis of its demise      
Wars of lies      
Raping of minerals, the natural resources, faces left to reside      
Decaying souls, crying out from hungry upon pestilent and swarming flies      
Hostages we shall become to hide the faucet of everyone else’s lineage, their roots, stuck down in being #AWOKE, dismantled in a political demise    
Fire in the flames of his wicked arrows, shall smite each generation by the cage of the mind as times goes by      
Begging to be taken in the slumber of sleep      
Guilt ridden the mind to have sown what he reaps      
Leaving behind the castaways who practices unto demigods,      
The planes never forsake the meek      
      
My wings meet to feel the third eyes of my timely surprise      
Heart, and minds awoken      
We hear the supplications of the faithful in the celibacy of your vows to remain true        
The world is burning in portals the Ankh of its Fallopian is the bearer blessed token      
Hold fast, the Kingdom of your Crown is in your heart, your past, and further relies upon you      
      
Enrapture spoken, sentiments to savor as our mercy in flight we greet      
I came upon the earth to assist in humanity’s sins      
From the Book of Kabbala, the Torah, the Bible, The Holy Quran, the worlds of false dialect of its origin      
I look down on the mortal who have hands deep in this earth      
Living from the moment with the spirit of rebirth      
I hold humanity in the guidance light of our Creator arms      
Holding back the winds, when turmoil is festering in storms      
      
I have tasted the blood from your mind when swords clash in death      
Sickness when you bemoan and the desire of your wishes when you worship idols of wealth      
What does your soul have to give in your last breath of earthy time      
The trumpets of your life flashing back, in your mind        
In the distance Heavenly bells chime      
    
A relishing secret catered for you as Holy Oil to the forehead is seeping    
Eyes closed, spiritual revelations purging from the soul the mind has been keeping    
Hymns of old to the spirit shall greet    
Open your eyes, reality in the presence of your temple    
In remembrance you shall ceremoniously mentally feast
 
 
“Assalaam Alaikum”