She is a queen
But nothing is at it seems
Moved On the chess board like the supreme
Her Soul beauty that creates the dream
The force and the laserbeam
Running into the blissful stream
Taking care of the bloodstream
The white and her name from a melodic  theme.
Experiences of the daydreams
Magickal powers with stars and cups to make things a team.
Wheeled within her self that manifests this American dream.

You ****** around to take my crown
Now your on the ground, I take my crown.
Levels risen using the power of sound.

Suffering is like a seed that grows as thorns, the pain that creates the horns, bury inside. Broken only for some sunshine to be awoken.  The well spring that shoots the flower,  mystical from the deep slumber, Rises like a flower into a rose  of enchanted wonder.

The Matrix is created and rated
parts of the system waited
Located and related parts of it
collated and deflated
Using the tree to fabricate its dreams
Illusion of the Maya, nothing as it seems
Automation of its product, things to conduct
Here and there, the parts of the Magickal dream.
The force of the beam, rats ran in a stream
The energy used to conduct to create the 13 theme.

The two of stars using the color green
The blue of stars makes the message seen
The gray that requires patiences for the message to be seen.
Using the digital system for magick this stream.

Feels like slavery
With weight our shoulders
Havent We endured enough?
From One Bolder To The Next?
Like needles draining  our blood for energy
The White Gold of  Saturn
Using Led from congress
Our Spring Streams Have Run Dried
Directed into a Different lines and Process
Guarded by Projects With Capitalism at its finest
Racism and favoritism.
The Collective Body Shivers .
With stretch lines on her skin with her magnitude of her tears.
The stages of legions unleashed.
Souls in battle using a leash.
Things have been disowned and blown.
The Headdress will take its throne.
The Shield Into El-dorado that is known.
Grids awaken from the Amerindian parts of the jaguars tradition.
Collective religious cultures unleashed from its disposition.
The beauty that brings a new position.

The Wolf once had a wife her name was Luna
The devil separated them chaining her to the moon Bounded him on earth
Like the animated cartoon
He became wrathful
Because She lost his groom
He Lost his one and only love
Things that happen too soon around the month of june the following afternoon
The full waxing of the moon
He cries to her on the nights of the full moon
His one and truly love that is called the triple three  of the  blood moon.