From the north east and west and south the wheel is spoken
Guided with hands of protection of the dark spells that are broken.
The red tower stands to protect for who watches the clock on the right and left.
The table that  turns in the hands of the wheel to the west.

Arrows of the web spin like the wheel
Into the reality of the courses i believe
Social apps and scripts  like a *** appeal
Things in the cyber magickal realm to make things real
Double arrows of its requests
Grey arrow pending like a guest
The blue arrow for the connection
Pierced by the users intentions
Things created as inventions by the archers of social media in different states of dimensions.

Space time that is assign
Emc2 of Einstein
Checkered reality of its blocks
Bridges of people like rocks
Payments like a  cross
Kings and queens that move forward and backwards and across
Pawns that creates the foundation
Building blocks like a paradox
Pebbles and stones of its fabrication
Thoughts squared into manifestation
Black and white like chess pieces of the grand master pieces
Action and thoughts at its course
Things like ran like kaleidoscopes
Transcended with the eyes to see
Reality of the truth that i believe?

The Foundation of the red white clock stands, the wheel of hands of time and stability will  follow by the air of the synchronicity of the person who views.
To be continued...

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.