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Young Queen is what you are.

Made in the image of Our Creator, there are none greater than you.

You hold the throne, I rule at your side.

You give life, & I thank you for mines.

You are life in abundance.

Fertile soil to my seed.

The H2O to the air that I breathe.

When you birth me, I felt every tear that you shed,

Insane pain you overcame, the way in which you bled,

Your body's my temple from toes, stomach to head.

My role to you is to provide, shelter, & protect.

We are one.  If you're the brains then I am the neck.

Your keen wits, I respect as they leave your lips.

For you are the medium from this world to the next.

Young Queen is what you are.

Made in the image of Our Creator.

Your body's the temple, first work of Art,

Why are these teachings becoming endangered.

Dig to the roots of your ancest-tree,

Return to the land you once owned.

Cleanse your mind from twisted HIS-story,

To understand what your people have always known.

Look and see how every modern-day thing orignated from our ancient home,

How we have been discredit & forced to forget it as they excavate, study, & clone.

You are a Queen, the Almighty Creator, Man's temple placed on Earth.

Through you we have life, through you we are connected to the Universe like a spirtual passport.

I am but a man who crossed burning sands whose mind has now transformed,

My 3rd eye now awakened, I realized I'm stationed in this alien Nation to reignite Our TRUE worth.

Fellow Kings and Queens, we are God's vessels, we must take back our throne.

Renew your minds, leave foreign fallacies behind which the enemy has repeatedly shown.  

Your minds are the keys, crowns are the shield, the throne is knowledge with unity.

With our heads held high, we march side by side towards the sunrise, our destiny.