Life is an empty cup
Some empty cups wishes for it be filled
To make things rebuild and to be fulfilled

The energy is protected and restricted from the wicked
the system is shifted and twisted parts of it omitted
The lines of codes are scripted to the listed
Chords are obstructed and rejected.
Life is lifted and gifted everything is permitted
and reflected.
The wands that frees its course way and the cups
that brings love at noon day
The star for only whom is granted committed uplifting of the acquitted
The numbers for notification and feathers for its authentication used as justification
Life brings a vacation with a positive celebration, Spiritualization!

The star and water goes together
to free what ever painful thorns have been planted
The renewal comes into place with the love and grace
The matters of the past are now released
Family together and darkness decreased
Love together increase He is strong again with his mouth piece
The centerpiece of a Guyanese using the timepiece.
The Chariots take flight with all different colors
The scythe spears him again for him to complete his domain
The level of life from a mustard tree
The candle helps to light each together using a feather
that will bring the family close together
Domestic harmony is granted that was always wanted
With this wish that is granted that is enchanted.

Heaven from the male  and earth from the female
The eleven has crossed its path
One above one below
Peace of 7 followed by eleven
Within the tree of heaven
Synchronicity of its mystery
Connection of the trinity
Moved physically, swimmingly and admittedly
One ashore waiting for its requests.
Authenticity felt like electricity.
Dreams of its lucidity
Flames of Infinity  
Expressed with its imagery, wickedly and explicitly.
That brought them tranquility, metaphysically.

An innocent child is praying in the background
While the scythe is at his pathway
Transformation Beings
The number 49 and 13 is followed
While angels at his side sings
Where the new journey of life begins
The star above washes his pain from the rain
Where he is to gain from the level of his pain
Things in his life are abstain
He rejected his left brain
Things changes into his domain
Chains broken using a mustard grain
While he maintains and elevates into a new smooth plane
Later on he will explain and proclaim his champagne.
With God in his veins.

As beautiful the rose will be it will always have thorns.
What hurts are the parts of is thorns of its beauty.
A plucked rose will lose its beauty but a rose by its self in it's soil will bloom.

Ghost in the shell the circle of 3
Things happen before we came
Things played like games
Unfinished business of promises made, hoping to see each other again.
Sadness that is connected like a church key.
Conventional understanding cannot be gainned of the feelings still remains
Ancient side awakens like a buried  treasure.
Hoping to open its key
Where beauty still remains.
Temperance at its course 333