now fly away from the nest, the warmth of the waters
birth, shall no longer be the inner space, you
must now stand with dignity, and complete the
mission that the almighty whispered in your ear,
you must stand up on your own, lean not on the
beginning but completion of your mission,
There is no shelter that will continue to birth
your inner thoughts, your assignment was given
by the lord, My daughter upon this universe you
shall carry the torch of womanhood, your journey
began in the blood lines of your veins, there is no
longer space within the womb, once you have
entered earth, my assignment has been complete,
their shall be no shelter to deprive your obligations, the women of strength.
My son your obligation upon this earth, the man who stands with dignity, and strength, to honor and obey the laws given by the almighty God himself, remembering that man is man, woman is woman, and man the protection of his tribe, I shall no longer, present my womb as your hiding place. The pleasures of your wants, shall not be tarnished are default, their shall be no escape, the womb was generated from birth, I shall no longer shelter you from the world, you must take your stand as man, nevertheless it is not a beautiful place, beauty comes with following the rules of the image you represent.
Mouth of the sea stand up my children,
Living creatures, Live through the sea,
Without my breath; you must now breathe on your own
there would be no sea, if one cannot reproduce its seed.
Normality that man only sees of self.
Creations, of the womb, I am sea.
Creations, that live through, I the sea,
As the Universe, I plant the seed,
Creations, Listen as I speak.
I felt my mothers pain as I flowed through her womb.
The seed of women, the chariot of love.
And I herd a loud voice the birth of a king.
The seed of the women, the scars upon her back.
The blood she wares in the palms of her hands.
I wept as Jesus, standing before the cross.
Oh thy God why have man forsaken me;
The black diamond of your love.
The mountain said to the seed humble within your heart,
Meditate before you speak, I will give you the mouth of wisdom,
All your adversaries shall not be able to pull your strength.
That woman shall witness in all the world unto nations,
and then shall the end come.
The seed of Women, the chosen of Gods black pearl.
Before all times thy God shall lay his hands upon you,
The sacred grounds of creations,
piercing even to the dividing asunder of soul and spirit.
Women shall rally for the coming of tradition,
Resurrection of man to come.
I sing the song of rebirth,
I as the bud of a flower,
I as the wings of a dove,
I as the sweet smell of the ocean,
the waters are ordained,
I the treasures of Gods dreams.
I the chosen of thy husband,
my jewels belong only to him.
I sit upon natures call, to deliver the son are child of God.