He speaks words full of fire thats strong enough to burn the soul.
Tongue filled with promises that turns any woman’s cold heart into gold.
"I am a God! King of kings and upon the flick of my fingers you will be cursed fool!"
Weep at the bend of my knees, you as a woman should shower me! Fulfill my desires and expect no Loyalty from me the Unholy God of Kings of Kings.
False Prophet cant you see, my soul can not be altered by man whose flesh ages and bleeds.
I am a Queen made from the father of land. Coil me in dirt and see my true skin.
Wrench the water of Poseidon from out of me down your legs and turn back into the weakened flesh that binds you to sin.
Open your eyes and see the breath of life in my air! The reigns of passion boiling in my heart and the 3rd eye between my brows that causes you to turn away from me.
Be aware of your played out interactions, selfish satisfaction and the unsolicited grievance you bring onto yourself. Look at the beautiful black Queens you have put to sleep.
They no longer know themselves as black queens, but sister-wives sharing your seed. They hunger for you and unknowingly starve at the expense of your need.
A need you can't fulfill in 3 or 10 wet kitty's. A need that wont be eased with a smoke or shot of Vodka. A need that does not live in the words you so carelessly throw free.
My love you run from the universe’s quest. As you lay upon the bosom of each untapped Queen. Wondering will she ever see me. The pain you deny causes you to have self-pity.
Self-awareness with no action will only cause deeper injury.
A king without conviction is only a man with a dream.