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A profound elegy

A profound healing of the ages 

Where my ancestors 

My EGGUN 

My ascended masters 

My women, men 

Children of the ancient civilization 

Ressurrected 

From the curse of separation from the most high Yahweh

Suppression of the true self 

You walk amongst the living 

But you have internally died long ago

Into a deep state 

A deep, dank stare 

Into oblivion 

Front row seats from the sunken place 

Risen in grace 

Good grief 

My mother, her grief 

Her mothers

Her mother’s mothers 

The first mother

Her shame, her guilt 

Feeling the need to fight for the worth

They have forgotten resides within them

Amnesia 

Feeling the need to be validated from outside source 

To over extend thy self esteem

To the expense and power of 

A manipulator 

A user

A propogander

A liar

A deciever

Deceived so many times you became 

Like the ones that broke you

And here we stand

In the PRESCENCE Of shame, of banter

Of comparison, of illusion

Immersed in the filth of lies

That have clogged your throat chakra

From channeling the word of Yahweh

And here we stand 

Experiences embedded

With wisdom and knowledge 

Buried within the dead ancestors 

That took their stories to the grave

For wisdom is more precious than rubies

And all things that may be desired 

Are not to be compared to it 

And here we stand

At the crossroads

Of dismissal and acceptions

Imprisonment and freedom

Heaven and hell

Stuck in limbo 

Offered a diamond and delivered a bean

When was the first time you couldn’t defend yourself?

When was the first time someone gave up on you

Teaching you how easy it was to give up on yourself?

When was the first time you felt so low within yourself

That you chose to steal from someone else?

When did you forget that abundance is your birthright?

Who confused you to forget that everything

That you need and desire resides within you?

You are the source that keeps the heart of the village

Beating

Remember who you are

 

 

 

◄ Mind control

You could never pray on me ►

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