I was thinking for the past two weeks to write about the Hateful Wife, because a male from Africa said all woman are hateful, so I said that's not true, Black Woman have bad attitude. But, I wan' t to talk about angels and something biblical, a wise driver, who knows if Charon comes in mind.
(not your type of music, but I need it to write the divine rage of it)
The Angelic Ride
A little more, more come out and rightfully to the sides and the lower hitting up as well, please, please show the earth whom you are, and do please don't stop singing songs of messages to those who claim mournful prayers for the appearance of your divine body. Of course they will listen to you, perhaps not pretty much what God's has to say, but the flamboyant shiny slime in your skin, Oh! h in heaven I wan't as harden the announcement deeper the followers will run to give their last breath for more, what up on death, becoming death or surviving will be, brush my river with them!!!!
I can't tonight, Oh, please absent of the momento, lazy from nothingness, give me a brake to think I ever meet you, one more round my ferryman, you failed to pick my body when all you want is the river. My legs walked a thousand cities and dozen countries at a time, nor hell or heaven, my papers became legend with signed documents, after the Oath of Gods and Angels heighten the skies with them promises. Stories? No! Each angel is the herald of a command that's been well scripted, a command? How much are you willing to hate me my ferryman, is not enough for me to make a round to the souls you picked. Give me a brake to succumb the waters to all of them, one after the other let them free in communal sanctuary before the Bible burns the library of the Witches. The females are writing up my p**sy, by miraculous cheers onto them while they seat down, specially for those who hold no resentment to the Biblical testaments silence of their presence in the new and the old. Talk in the private to your husbands, never talk in church or prophetess, you woman!!!! Talking to no sense. Laughing would be little for the rage of it, I was still waiting for some poetry, a good sense of humour perhaps coming from the corners of the street at night. A good wife? Hate me if you can, all I need is that which empowers me, hatred or divine rage, take them all angelical beings with you. Let them see, only to them the aspect underneath the impulse of your drive, listen carefully and drop them cautiously. Do not rush paranoid if they left no tip for you, that won't happen, take my golden coins for them if you must, there are more after you drop them.
At this, of course shall I name what surrounded in the area of sacrileges, no sacrifices for today, joy shall rule, just follow them, don't let them alone praying to God, my angels in disguise, reach them and offer them a ride, yes Charon listen to their lamentations as the taxi driver you are, be with the angelical for a while for they must serve the children of God down on earth, name them if you precise that I will be there at every cost and trafficking legal term so they fulfilled harnessing the prophecy. There must be someone who is praying right now, listen to the vibration in the air, how is it that is not for themselves, not for greed and desire, prayers of magnetic madness are being blown from them who are willing to give their life for the whole. Do please, get them come in your ride, push your limits, is impossible for me to be with you Charon now, just give me your ride. Is not that the witches and furies need me most, the mundane world waits for both. As extravagant or simple it might be, let me adjust for the momento.
Death, the unknown down on earth has ever been so frivolous to believe how real it,.. is. You will suck the black matter out me, soon, very soon, as soon as God is reborn out his old ink, yeah, what a fancy surprise the biblical left, can't wait Charon, come on. Grand the angelic a ride.
