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Chava, Nahla, & Gafnit


She warms herself with the vines

As it continues to ride

Along the shores, the oceans arise

And her Marina origins collide

She is the bumpy ride to the land alligned

With the wiff of her scent

Calling the companions of faith of whom is Luna

And the noble neptunian of whom is Marine

And Here she lays, shapeless, florecent as the Leo

We seen from all across the land of many

Heavy as the pressure aside her toes

She follows of ways of the wrong

But praise the ways of the right

How will she balance the force within her?

 

She will accept her light in her chest

Enough to imagine one feather to her wing

Enough to break the clam and hold the pearl

Enough to decend, accend, and freebase

The Orion, the base, the Rath has erased

To lift yourself to believe she is..

The light to my heart

As she has always been

As she always been.

 

Arise Star Arise

You have been televised

You have been tampered

You have been decrypted

You have been patronized

Captain Planetized

You been this all along

Now why do you weep and cry?

Don't be what they want you to be

They just mad cause your the featherlight

You are More then humankind.

You are more then just a line

Your blood, organs, shapes, worth a dime

But to the originals of our Tree of life

Worth saving then time

 

So what will it be with those misty eyes

Arise the sand outta your eyes

Destiny is afoot, and the stars are ready to shine

And Yes, so Am I.

Echad the 259, 

We unite together as we all stand

To be with the Most High.

 

 

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