Many will be called but only a few shall be chosen ...
Who is the chosen you may ask,
Just pay attention those exposing
Sacred teachings, through a language
Trapped in time and frozen
By savages who have stolen
All that is golden
Pay attention too my signs,
Consider me your omen
Amongst the beast that is roaming
The beast that is promoting
Race wars, extermination and fear
Their favorite lil slogan
But they can never silence my words, bc I am the voice of the unspoken
The voice of the broken
Your third eye, I shall open
Is the token for the chosen
The ones who have woken
As they release their inner beast
They become the bringer of peace
The Passover, the Pentecost, the tabernacle of feast
Resurrection of the mind,
I've become mentally deceased
As my levels increase
For I am the Bringer of peace
So
To vibrate higher is what I inspire
I am the energy that require
Your soul To be cleansed
Something I call a sacred shower
Through Baptism of the fire
To kill your egos desire
Is to give righteousness back it's power
Your kingdom is your heaven, so create your own empire
In every minute and every hour
Until your physical has to retire
Don't get trapped in the matrix, the illusion is a liar
That sells you dreams through mental schemes
Or you the seller or the buyer?!
Vibrate higher and admire
All the divine things that you create As you tap into your highest power
~SHALLSEA THE PURPOSE