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The description of the Queen

I have gazed upon her eyes to wonder why? For they have brought me a memories of another for I could not have. Yes, this is what I saw? Her skin black like the night that plays together as like passing, Her eyes brown that holds the mystery of her, Her lips light to touch form like those playful clouds children love to shape, Her nose speak to breathe but don't dare, The whole lining of her face for which it took the maker an life times to create, just so that whatever man true of heart may hold her all the days of his life. Her shoulders lenght to her arm to hands are beautifully form from what mejesty, Her chest made flat to hold the two mountains that are her breasts, her breasts like two circles that tenderly move ever so slowly as I tremble showing me their true form like babies out to play, Her belly like her chest flat but like with a masculinity of a well bound mother. How neatly shaped the hair on her garden , which show the flesh that has brought men to their knees. I alone desire to speak and meet, but she walked away with her Buttlock gently moving from side to side declaring her womanhood. For she is the Queen of a once forgotten kingdom, The Queen of the Kinglessking. The wholeness of her body spoke to say,  Take this kiss upon your lips with the parting of you, thus this much let me avow you are not wrong. who deem that my days be but an dream, yet, hope has frowned away into the night, or in the day, or, in a vision, or, in none. is it therefore the less gone? For all that we see or seen, I stand amid a roar of suf-tortured souls, and I hold within my hands grains of golden sand, How few, yet how they creep through my fingers into the deep. while I weep! while I weep? O YAH can I not grasp tighter clasp? O YAH can I not save but one from the pitiless waves all that I see or seen? Her beauty to me was like those nice yoke that Genlty moves over a perfume sea. The weary way worn wonderer bore to her own native on desperate sea long to want. Her hyacinth woody hair, Her classic face, Her naiad air that has brought me to see her glory? O the grandeur that was lo in her brilliant willow niche statue like I saw her there? The agate lamp that is in her soul! (ah) Psyche from the region which are holy

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The Interruption Of Death Speaking

What was said by death, I shall write in a mystery. And full of trouble as a shadow, such as one. And clean thing our of the number of his. He cannot pass for his will spout again the root there of. Yet through but man where is he. Gird up a answer; Declare if thou can, for the overflowing rain on the man. the tender herbs, The drop of Heaven frost. Who face the prayer before the all? Men cast children of men neighbors they do speak proud things. For our own lips lord over us. I rise puffed as his words, Seven times preserve them of men are exalted, Such as now caught hands made swimming, old hearts their dirty emptiness, For I alone know shame, Meading the broken laughter and that enemy call man. who with all tears do sing with safety tears and mirth, throwing gained peace for war for secrets and lost the poor do die. morning and freedom safety shall be endeavour against all freedom. that unholy thing men call age, The rare gift is Death, seeker do you know who am I, I alone stop writing to speak and to say. desire come into our love and pain, wager against the rich and poor, I do know the shade of you. Death speak again. These laid the world away, their sons has made me rich outta nothing. Cain first act, without his murder his brother I alone was nothing, but now through the acts of men I alone am rich. Wash Marvllously with movement and of wonder set alone. Changing all the days, Gathered the night light as my wife, I am alone no more. The frost of men gesture a white unbroken peace. The sunset and the dawn both greet to meet my coming, laugh now old seeker of souls, YAH eternal writer, Shout now dust concealed breathing all evil of an eternal mind. Pause back old happy dreams that has giving this to me. But i the seeker of souls did speak to say, If i die give somewhere back the damned quick cold hard thinking of an heartache, for our father YAH our Elohim and His son Yeshua our Messiah has promise to take back those souls you think to be your. Death speak again saying, I forgot you, I remember you the retch turn of last years woes, To choose as nausea belly, if only my fancy made sharp pain to tortured as whispering spacious line, stop talking to me you old writer of woes, stop coming forth you eternal writer of the most high, But perceive in blindness and of rhyme, Odorous certain serene who dare to know me. Then Death stop talking and I alone stop writing to place my pen down.

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the mysteries of secrets 1

when the universe find the sextet his submission shall be held up, give the code IVICCC the lord of power shall destroy all those who remain on earth. given his rights to do so. than they shall come the fourth star which hold the holy cross of solomon, and the sacred temple shall fall under pestilence, and the greater of the three swords shall rise a king on earth he shall be able to comdemned the living.
for it was rome that shut away the city having pay him a great sum to tell where the man was. now six stars with holy fire shall shine brighter than the day but not at night shall call man to his place. for in death he was released and call back to his throne, for the outrage of death was heard was heard in man knew not it's cry. the beast honor the Roman who was sleeping by his side. they knew not that his death has come and gone, for all degrees was warlike. his demise which reigns in fire gave bold to his dreams. and his wife shall die by his side calling for the jews to repent, they have exiled their king, now the trumpet want to adapt. the dead that guards the great city is outraged by the new pope, for they know that many shall die by fire and water for no one can see the rainbow anymore. now that life become danger and all shall dwell. the sign that Yeshua has left has moved from their places, and death has place upon this earth both kingdoms, it is an easy place to find, one is the great city and the other is the holy city of Elohim, now be mindful what you say. she was a witch that look into the seeing pot for these things I tell you now, but her vision was clouded by the evil one and her king took off her head. but before the axe came down this is what she said, all his male children shall die six days after their birth.

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The Queen's Letter 3

Everyday dwelling in this darkness the resurrection of an playful fire is my punishment. i lay to remember the once beauty and wonders of my once kingdom once share between us. Dear husband when suddenly forbidden pride out weight to listen to the faded memories of us. Dumb understanding run wild about me freely that i have losen. careless whispers shows no more tears for me. 
The door of sin open it's door to stand before my face and death say to me, ( no sin shall be pardon by me!) yea the angels of heaven with their golden feets stand muted. the master pity's go's mix with the earth and moon. Lay those sexless farewell upon my hot flags of hell for never such an angel heaven's weep so bitterly? Dear Husband, My lip are like stone and wood of an ruin temple, my eyes sorrowful like two devils right and wrong, my body is formed like the murder of able still crying from the grave. My once mighty in mercy are now nothing but two forbidden deeds banished to prolong horror under blessing by man first deed. I dear husband who was born with two souls now know that both souls must die, For the drowning of my weeping has burnt my house. God's rage within you entertain the new covenant in you. deep within the sin the black chapel, the curse of God's wrath board the wine of speech for none of my pleads reach your ears. It's was their plot, Their pride i aim to build a name, Their confusion to seek why heaven allow you to love me. So my faith the wiser folly was not for love. This is an part of my sadden scattered abroad like an high tower of slaves unreached! So before the night come take my speech, My first story and let it travel within the mass of confusion, And my death be a mystery even to me?

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The Great Truth, The first part

as I continue my walks with the lord, I than say to the lord, these things for which you are showing me men shall surly come after me. than the lord say to me what have I to do with that. and when the lord say that my heart grew heavy and I did fear, for I alone knew not how to fight against man limited knowledge. than the lord knew my heart and say, worry not about what man shall do or say for I shall be with you always, than the lord told me a secret so that I made save myself against man limited knowledge. than the lord say now worry about this no longer and behold the great truth. than the lord open my mind and ear so that I may know this truth. So when I looked up I knew this secret, The secret was two men one's among many that men shall call great. The two men were Da vinci and the other were Nostradamus. and i say to the lord, Be not angry with me for ( I AM) man and is slow in knowledge. But what secret do these two men hold? And the lord was not angry with me. than the lord say, because men has made them secret to men you shall write them in another secret. Than the lord said these secrets are about the church in Rome and their bishops and popes, so that men shall know them false. and when the lord say that I fell to my knees to pray. than the lord say to me, why do you do that? and I say to the lord forgive my weakness. Than the lord walk with me into these secrets. For these are the secrets which the lord has shown to me. ( Behold The Great Truth) Now when I saw the two men I said peace be with you from peace and love from love and grace from grace and life from everlasting life. Than I said to the one man who spoke with the others for they both spoke at the same time. I say tell me about the cup for which you left out of your picture.  and the one which spoke together to the other say to me. I did not leave out the cup to be a mystery, But simple forgetfulness did this happen. than I say to the one that spoke together. man believe that mary is the wife to our lord and is the holy cup? and the two that spoke to the others which spoke to me saying. man knows only the half truth, do you wish to know the other half. and I say let truth speak as truth for you to speak to me as you will. and the two which spoke together which spoke to me said, for the lord say who do men say ( I AM ) and peter say you are the son of the living God. and the lord say to peter, you are the rock I shall build my church on. (Cont)

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Mama How Mama why Me Mama

I lay in your belly and loved you, because you were my mother. In your belly was were Elohim placed me, to be your son or daughter, I once briefly thought that I would enjoy your laughter of the silly things I would have done, or the silly things i would have said. you mama never love me enough to give me that chance. Don't know much if there were love between you and my father, and mama what would father say if he knew what you have done? Now why do you ask the seeker of souls to write your sorrowful letter to me, Mama did you love me, Mama would my brother and sister would have loved me? Mama why didn't you kiss me good night? Mama why did you give up the fight? Was you scare fro another child mama? Did you even give me a name mama? Or do my death remain the same mama? Did you even care to know if I would have grown up to be someone mama? Do you at night cry for the emptiness in your belly mama? and did I have a choice to call you mama? Here in Elohim arm's I cry for you mama, and here in Yeshua house I remain mama. There a story I wish to tell mama, About a place call heaven and hell, There a mystery here in this man writing, Mama look into his eyes for there is my life. Mama can you bring me back, no, mama don't think I'm mad because you were weak, But till you die I will not seek, when he come to write the story of your tale, The pain of your sin which is now your hell.

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mysteries of secrets 9

the eagles has an new leader who rose to power so fast to lie to the people about where he came from, for in his third year of eight he shall befriend the holy land leaders and deliver lawfully babylon to his friends, for in the second root of his house blood times mars. so by losing his time the people elect a black male (So Wick Is He) for in the second foot of his house he shall ask the children of his armies to be slain of the last chief, lay down the new power of the inhuman srcound, one shall know him and him being about his prophecy and that one shall be beheaded, and the new eagle shall love on to the new house. before the father of nations - between the tree of life - the empire of the russ shall make war with him and shall not be watchful of the east - for not all obeys, six powerful kings shall bow their heads to the eagle by land, sea and air. the religion shall be called 2511141 - The Blind god. all good and bad shall become barbarians when the food of the earth runs out, for time has gone backward to it's beginning, the greed of men now wails in the wind for a long time no woman shall be married, How silly is England to think that the Kinglessking shall bow head to their queen, words said, is it I who bow down to you woman or you I, and the queen shall know him by these words to kiss his hand in vain. let the church in rome know this said, for the voice aid to me to write it. I know the host of your church and of your demons and I know that I come quickly if you repent not, and I shall cast out your demon host and shall i not beheaded the church. but if you carry on i alone shall enter into your heart and conduct the lady outside, and she shall cast out her mouth I. to the same church, election - conflicts and blood, let he who Yeshua know his new name, and let them who shall say we are with Yeshua Beware! and let man choke on his own words and blood, for none know the Yahweh our Elohim, not even his chosen, and I alone stop writing to place my pen down.

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Alma

Where have u hidden yourself from me? When I was to rise from my high throne, to put on my suit of war, take my sword from it's place to make war with those enemies I through have done the deed. But now u stand before me, unshaking, unpuzzled, and this strange new feeling over me I am not sure of? With every breath of u, I shine my heart threw, How far from enough seem that brief meeting with u. In the deep heart of the night your body has transformed because of this love. so follow every step to enter this mysterious love, and know that I have lost the battle again? So far threw the night I have heard u cry, and how higher power will me to only stand by, with never a chances to meet, what is this source of light I see standing near your heart, I can not tell, (ah yes) it's is the words from Alma heart. Lousafiel render me this small test, If u survive will it be I who forget u or u who fail to visit? Alma I say, This is a fool bet, How can I forget to visit u on any night? Here is my heart garden all flower are in bloom and the moon is fine. U only to show them to me. So is that my true love yearns for me. So that u come to me in a dream by night? I am as black as bead and for me there is no hope of sleep. (Alma heart reply) In my own sadden of the night I saw u one last time, and I let u go without missing u at all, and now I have learn g regret. Put away your sorrows of regret for the heart of it is to costly, and seek not in vain which way to go, the words I love u shall keep it's colors.

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The Third day, part 1

As I was about to lay myself down to sleep, his voice came to me saying, let peace be from peace and love from love , and grace from grace and life from everlasting life, and I alone knew his voice from afar. than he say, you who have been given this high office let rest come when it come. I was with the Messiah seven days and did not sleep nor eat nor drink anything for his will filled me. he say to me, your heart alone I have heard now ask all that you will. than I say to the Messiah, Messiah how do one be saved? he reply, when truth was given to man he cast it away from men and mankind, and the Messiah touch me to say, give your own life as a ransom, prepare to die for the world which is man and mankind. than I say to the Messiah, Messiah how do I alone tell this to man that he shall not come after me? than the lord say, why do you worry about what man do? if he shall come after you than let him come. let him find you filled and not empty, for he who come after you is empty within himself, and evil is his company so that he is not filled with knowledge but ignorant. I than say lord teach me shame. what is it? and the Messiah say, when you are naked you are ashamed, when you say bad things you are ashamed, when you do bad things you are ashamed, but those shames are human shames, the shame of the soul and spirit are not the same shame, when you put clothes on a baby, right away it take it off to feel free. it is the same when you take off the flesh the body is no longer ashamed. being ashamed is the same as judging, judge not let you be judged. I say, Messiah what do that mean fully? that lord smile than say, judge yourself always for in doing this you have no time to judge someone else, for in judging yourself always you correct yourself, so that when you are before the father lesser judgement shall be placed on you, for you have repented from your evil deeds, than I alone say Messiah, who is the helper or what is the helper? than the Messiah say, behold the man for here I am! did I not help those who were sick, and those who did lose their faith, and those who did or do call upon my father in my name. so be filled with me and I shall be filled within you.

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the first day 1

I tell you the truth, he the spirit was me coming from afar and he came out to greet me. alone did he say these words. I know you seeker of souls, it will be you who hear my story? and I say dear spirit, who are you and what be your name? he reply, my name I tell you the father never saw fit to give me a name, for I am everything and nothing, and I am nothing to everything. but I was with the father and son when the father call all thing to order. for nothing was in order on this planet. chaos ruled while the father watched, when the father grew ill of their playful acts he than alone call order. but not all of them came at first. and I reply, who are them that the father call to order and who were them that didn't come but came later? he reply, those who have name unlike I so many name I have not the time to name them all. but I shall name them as men have name them. when the father look from his throne he than say let all the stars come into order and find one place and remain. and those star that did not was cast away. and those stars that did was given names and ranks, and there grew a great war for all stars did not like their names and or ranks and the father look away from them. the war last 44 days, and when the war ended the father look again upon them and call order and all stars came into order and lucifer came from his hiding spot looking on. and the father say let there be no wind nor air among you, and the wind and the air was no more. not that the wind and air had died but was placed on earth for an later time. now for a long time the stars had no wind and air within them for a long time. for this was the first punishment and lucifer looked on.  than the father say, let all my children stand forth, and all of the father children came forth, but not them that rebuke him. they remain in that dark place for they were blind children of no father and lucifer knew them all. and the father say, I alone have looked upon you all and I alone seek to create an new soul, And I shall call it man.  now all the children knew ell with full knowledge and understanding what the meaning of man was. so they all became afraid.

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