Under native sky

By the prophet's hidden prophecies and celestial justice his own story through poetry as each portal becomes sewn. Through a new hour its tree replaced the stone. Astrology and Astronomy fuels the prophet's but all time rules under the eyes and through the guise of our divine demise.

Through their game of chess each last glass piece is in place their pawned kingdoms beyond righteous and light less that led their blood shed. As with the few stars lost those count its fifth. Long after the unseen eclipse before seen each night invites their light. As now they then guide all men inside. Through these times but not to console but only too controll.

Their said to shed glory to come from who came to become from the very first too read the story of the universe. Much is the blood less stone as those proceed through need to bleed. By its powers too only lend as secrets become told will religion lead too its end as we've seen to behold. Through applaud must we play god.

Through time clearly weary as not fully buried untamed in the least trained too reclaim its reign throughout the west along with east it's marching strong all hail the beast. As once pertained inane only now becomes empowered through veins as thoughtful thoughts cease thee before thee awoken beast.

As many become dragged from the present by the past too become influenced in thru the future some knowing some not others begin showing the prophet's plots. Time seems infinite into a new perdition but through his view too guide against pretense. Will he confide to the sedition with pride.

Four war kings will perform more to align too no alliance as each nation will slowly see its liberation conformably warned thee be.

Doors opened though be not Androids sit controlled from thought and no contentious plots. Men formed by ten from lead each meeting may now proceed. By day they may talk of white through grey or more mocked by the night who shall succeed. Too portray the light of night or the dark of day.

From the sky rained the Angels blood that became a low level flood. That same blood shed will soon resume as another Angel is led to be shed as a winter monsoon as each Angel is seasonal.

Down from the skies an Angels blood shed will quench the thirst of the wise.

If believing through weaving words so true as the strum from wings of hummingbirds that eternally sing too the spring flowers to become love sent from above that's forever ours.

Birthed for an oppressed earth destined to dwell with the lost who are seeking Hell. Fate never questioned as of late. Faith Perished as too thy flesh has begun too rot from the plot of the soul less reign too spiritually embark through the candle lit dark too eternally remain free from pain and to give life too those before the flame.

Dignity is not to defy but only to cherish each thought before your eye. Too beg is demeaning to learn is to know when discerning an explanation for your nation unwilling too show like global communism freely envisioned like thoughtful reason one exams when the red hammer slams.

Amid the hidden pyramid is written: Weary are those who chose philosophical collusion through the seeds of evolution. Whether humanity proceeds together and evolve too solve with an ultimate solution.

As influence gives meaning through new spirit that lives within the believers. Who hold the told glory within their unbound heart too be a part of the story.

Like Angels trapped within Hell that slowly adapt into Demons too forever dwell. As once blind behind mankind they now see them as divine men who are then serenaded by the guise of prayers they may now arise.

For I have died a thousand death's by the hands of mankind once again I stand before you at last let it end.

If time sums celestial justice that slowly becomes in what moment that counts the day from night. As the divine invites the notion by who succumb too the motion of shadow of each dusking dawn upon the sundial that signals a timely message of beyond.

As each cut on a gemstone is but exact and precise through the gleam its beauty is seen. As each of life's shortcuts through the beaten paths set in between as once fully grown but now there never green.

From prudent thoughts slowly became sought plots by sorcery why connect the dots.

As the beast took a look into the book of life of the poem written page he was granted too feast upon.