A Thousand Years From Forever (Thirty-Three)

Pearly Gates  
The Second Heaven
B.C

The Reaffirmation Of A Hebrew King
 
A Kingdom without a King to honor is like a follower not showing his own reflection under the shadow of the Sun
We are the chariots who take the rebirth of wayward souls, soaring them to the next journey of an evolutional life
The spirit of our sacred alliance to the Holy One, the cradle of existence thee Heavenly Archangels greet your soul in the ‘liminal state’ the sunset of the heart and mind, devoid of its earthly strife
May your heart be justifiable, without discord, these are the detriments that has ruined faraway lands in a Deity’s name
Upon civilization, the darkness usher in holy wars of pain
This is the beginning of mortality’s resurrection
These sacred waters, his heart and intellect consecrated in his reflection
 
Your dominion, ordained by Allah and under the insignia of King David, succeeded
by his heir, King Solomon
You are now, the Majestic of all Kings, and reincarnation in the blink of an eye, to our higher spiritual oracle, shall be given to all, and never none
As you sit upon your throne as with Archangel Gabriel’s daughter, at your side, your Nubian Queen
She may be the to the hearts of many, but never to the eternal dream
Before you turn that doorknob to the Royal Council Temple of Kings of state
A man who professes of ancient relics of affection from his bone marrow, his words determine his fate
My Supreme King, we ask for the laws of Moses, you listen, without judgment with a keen ear
Take this Goddess’ advice and make sure your governing is without malice to oversee and uprise of this dimension, you must never stand in fear
 
The Waterloo
Below Sea Level
 
The Throne Room
 
My Yoruba Goddess, I bow to you in grace and the integrity of my throne
I am the Supreme King and fairness given to a man who eyes do not covet within my home
The oath taken unto each Kingdom, a Holy King, he shall have reign to oversee
What good is a Ruler of his sacred grounds where the decrees of his staff can stir calamity
This reign I uphold through the ordainment, as the winds of goodness through these waters sail
My oath to the Creator will prevail
My Goddess, as we know that is how Satan received his tails
 
I need to remain steadfast in my convictions, it becomes a must
Without a divine path to lead nations, under a King's insignia there will never be in a God his heart trust
The upper world will be judged by his or her peers, I am the finality of loyalty the future of his Kingdom, continues on
Or return his presence to a 3-D dimension for him to make inner peace for him to atone
He will have his army of Watchers, I have an army of Earthly Guardians to see any temple destiny balances his spiritual revocations
A unity among nations will be my first stipulations
A worthy Sire, is as great as the words he promises to his loyal subjects
His principles must be defined above his Crown at best
 
Within my powers, as the Emperor of the Waterloo, my sacred sovereignty, I with protect this rite of passage from any wickedness, this portal is not the route to Lucifer’s passage to Hell
Hymns of going yonder echoes from this wishing well
 
Oh, that handsome Cherub, the Divine had such high hopes, and now slithering in such lowly expectations
Cannot offer a broken soul any divine reparations
I can assure you, Goddess Yemaya, love is not used to blind eyes
The third vision by the source is used to laminate in rebirth from Heaven, Earth, and my beautiful Yoruba Goddess to welcome my eyes
A receptor of light upon my Grand Sunrise
It is appreciative to see that lovely smile beaming from the skies
 
Such a smooth and handsome King who still rules the Sun
 
Then you must come to understand, my ruling shall be to encourage prosperity among this soil, never for a soul to become undone
I have an obligation to see any King under my insignia, maintain his own castle, and pay homage to the grace of his Queen
His rod can draw from these consecrated waters, where his Holy Mantras that floats to the hopeless, the destitute, the deprived, upon hollowed streams
A spiritual paradise determines all the offerings found in your dreams
 
I will keep a close watch on this matter, my Supreme King
We have heard nothing but the melodies as the Bell Toll Rings
 
My Goddess Yemaya, it has been my honor, this Supreme King’s pleasure
Not to worry, there are angelic eyes to make sure no rain season devours or suffers unto the mysteries of our tropical weather
 
 
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