When the streets are silent
Wisdom raises her weary head
And a resurrection has been reborn
Twelve kingdoms have opened up
And the sun is shining,
There are no more stars to be had on this earth!
For the night is for the darkness
And the darkness is below the earth,
The stars have descended to higher regions
Where our ancestors begin to dwell...
Where are the slaves of yesterday?
Where are our civil rights?
For joy is a vast expression of the realms
Such spiritual ascension is real
And God is the walking ambassador
As more and more kingdoms grow,
The power within him is unstoppable
As we are dawns of dusk
How may I encourage you
To embrace your sword of honor
When all has been resurrected from dawn?
I sit upon my throne during the hardest times
Because I am the queen of hardships
I am not addicted to lust
But I think about a man
Making love to me highly in his esteem,
Juices dripping like honey
Upon the leaves...
I shall surrender to my calling!
And there are too many thoughts in my mind
I close my eyes
And I hear my pain and suffering
For the rain has disappeared
And there is nothing but emptiness
I clear my head
For there are nothing but words
Coming in to intervene
In my space,
So what is tomorrow?
What is today?
For I believe that joy
Definitely comes in the morning
If the trumpet blows
And the soft breeze grows
I am led to be a leader for a lifetime,
And the gentle leaves quiver
From the human earthquake
That is me and my king,
For juices flow
In this forbidden yard,
I want to make love to my king once more!
And God is a human fortress
Above all else,
And God is the rising
Of the descending stars,
I wonder where my king lies
When I finally leave this earth
And joy comes in the morning
When everything leaves my mind,
Let us alter my mind elsewhere.
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Author:
Soul Baby (Pseudonym) (
Online)
- Published: July 20th, 2025 14:39
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 1
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