See the scenes that moves and weaves
To split the sea like Moses.
Just how Moses split the sea,
Jesus walked across the ocean.
I grew up in church reading such magnificent stories
Of general existence and mystical mysteries
To bathe in visits in the commitment of Christianity
Falls in category to the magnificent life after mortality.
Biblical stories of ancient Egypt and matrimony
Would be astonished to witness divorces and alimony
And categories of ceremonies in allegories
Of history documented and written down for thee.
Bathe me in the holy Spirit of innovative patrimony
Happens only when I rid myself of unholy acrimony
But what's the providence provisioning increments in history
Of a man who visits my dreams and listens to me
And showed me, and wrote me, to guide me every morning
To save me from utter disaster in fate from Satan's Mori.

My mind links
My heart beats
My soul strings
My spirit sings
They all ping
In unity.

What you see is temporary, what you don't see is eternal. What better way to label it as an object of obsession accumutable through extensive cohesiveness unperturbed by its gravitational effect to spill destitute superfluidity between the urge of titillation and the daunting tangent viscosity to eulogically lapse dilapidated trellis to an optimal work of art like a seer to a crystal ball. In that instance, I forgot my existence. With that resistance, I needed assistance. Our coexistence built on basic subsistence through a vast distance in the instance nothing became nonexistent, please Lord, I request you assistance.
The notion of deepness as deep as the ocean made way for New Jerusalem, the ultimate apotheosis. Lovers coded—color coded merging at the dawn of time and the setting of the unfolding mind bending limbo—akimbo—octavo spinning atop the tips of a spindle glaringly rotating like an ellipsoid. As I peer through the lens of the quantanium compass aluminum rocket, I am pulled by geosynchronous tons of Coriolis force, traveling through tropical white lightning like a shadowed winged leviathan.

A lifetime of sunsets, gleaming fiery ember of awe and splendor
And a throne of blue lapis lazuli sat upon a crystal sky of ember
With a rendered myriad of ventures to be remembered forever.
Wings upon wings and cycles of eyes
Rotate in unison leaves me mesmerized
And I, for lack of better words capitalized
Unfurling of the world—twirling in a swirling of skies.
An untemptable comparable changing the breaking of ties
That of a luminary spire prolific advice,
I advise for you to look deep through the rhymes
And visualize the splitting of the days and the nights.

Dark Gods depicted in regions across another.
Baal was Sumeria, manipulator of rain and thunder.
Cannanites and Phoenician deprecation demonic instances
And Set was Egyptian, the chaos God, its substance.
Angra Mainyu devoted to death, murder and destruction
Which the Persians describe it in full sets of implications.
The truth to all mysteries written throughout history
Mutilated in China with Wu, Sharman of sorcery.
Fallen angels fornicate with women—the making of Nephilims
As I call upon my father to gaze with the Cherubims
And lead me in spirit just as he does with the Seraphims
For me to be to see in all directions amongst the Ophanims.


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