A Thousand Years From Forever (Twenty-Seven)

The Waterloo  
Below Sea Level  
 
The Dream Weaver  
 
Dream Weaver, I have summoned you through the portals of time  
As the Queen, of this realm under the insignia of my Supreme King, I need for many moons to rewind  
I hear the whispers of the wind, where scented roses bloom to welcome souls through our sacred doors  
I love my Supreme King too much to cause distress, we are in our fourscore  
From the Heavens above  
Drifting on the sovereignty on his esoteric love  
I can hear his laugh, on the wind, I can smell his sandalwood scent  
Dream Weaver, I love this King, in and out of time we will be celebrating the Passover of Lent    
In my dream state  
I’ve seen my love clear as fate  
 
In our royal bed  
His passion I crave, his desires I follow, loving where the serenades of his fingers had led  
Soft mummers to my ears  
He coats my heart, tickling the corridor of my intellect, you feel so good to the silhouette of my soul, it feels so good, I will confess that, my dear  
In our palace, upon a beautiful moonlit night such as this  
My Supreme King’s primal energy speaks, my thighs he asunder, he blankets my body in undulated bliss  
Losing my breath between the overtaking of his magnetic kiss  
 
Gripping him tighter when he takes my body to the heights of the stars  
His grunts to this Venus echoes upon our royal sheets, I am sure they resonate past the planet of Mars  
His laughter, coats with my essence, its carnality amore  
There will be voices, my Supreme King must sit through to endure  
 
This is the dimension of celestial salvation, we give spirits the nucleus of their worth  
Our saturated waters are ordained, it is a natural wonder of the world, the trinity of rebirth  
To instill a divine seed of life into the womb of a woman to be birthed upon Earth  
Lessons of the brain to know right from wrong  
Hopefully, to be raised to give praises to our written Psalms  
To love in honor, have faith, it's such a soothing Heavenly chiming tone  
 
My Supreme King, and I have battled with the earthlings  
Many nations guarding the portal to our world under a bed of ice, if only the masses knew we once roamed the land, our birthright gave Yoruba Gods and Goddesses, this realm, gives you the Moorish Kings, Nubian Queens  
 
Incantations from the Atlantis, crowned voices lost, now uplifted as muses from the Sea  
From Under the Artic freeze  
Words to keep the souls encased from reality, the portal is not a fairytale, and it is not, make believe  
If the masses can only see this beautiful, sanctified mystique  
I am the Queen, and the depth of these still waters, radiates, truth, love, the streams to the spirit’s mortal salvation  
In his arms, I surrender to the sweetest evocations  
Placed in the womb, ten months of being protected by positive divine voices  
To protect each centimeter, not to become one of Lucifer’s choices  
 
What is this the Queen has requested from the portal of time  
Are you sure, my Queen, there will be a ripple effect, upon the biosphere, felt by all mankind  
The freeze at the Golden Place has been lifted  
The mortal’s ecological systems have been shifted  
There will be many Kingdoms who must alliance before the Greenland effect causes a nuclear rift  
 
A savior has been granted to see this through  
As the Queen, I demand to know, who  
Your Archangel Father has set the unraveling in motion  
Do not fear the inevitable, my Queen, this reign is covered by Heaven’s grace and that goes for all His seas, His ravines, and His oceans  
I do believe the Supreme King can handle his affairs  
Are you sure of this decision, there is no recourse, my Queen once my hands touch the air  
 
Time will be as you once landed in these sacred waters, and you were rebirthed to this existence  
By the hand of the Supreme King’s Divine Seer, your temple was cleansed then christened  
Dream Weaver that is too long an interval, I am here in the now, and I do not want my Supreme King to wait a second past a minute, he does rule his throne as he rules his heart  
And that is with persistence and will, he is an ironclad Emperor from sunrise to the dusk of dark  
 
Close your eyes, my Queen  
Are you ready to be manifested in my dreams  
As you hear the Dream Weaver’s voice, sink into the relaxation of my dialect’s sound  
Yes, close your eyes, you are now resting, listen to the sea emanating from the joyous occasions from your Crown  
I hear… I…I  
 
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