The Trumpets Spell Out of Hell

I have been working on this bit to fit
Into my spell
The one that began when we fell
Down and lost in their so called Hell
The well of the mind began with their time
Gypsy we were for a century
UN welcome within our home
Keeping the people separate
We always felt alone
That’s when we decided to roam
We’d create another Kingdom to call our own
You thought you were called away to meet with the fate
But it was a lie their wicked bait
I waited and worried for you to come back
That’s when they made their gruesome attack
They beat down the pearly gate
It was too late
By the time you came
Your heart has never been the same
My face and body they maim
Screaming your name as you were bound
My body to this day is yet to be found
Hated and desecrated
Still to this day
This memory a play
Which you find you’re self to blame
Yet because of you
And what you do
No one has forgotten my name
Corruption came next
Along with “subjects”
Ravished all with their greedy delight
The light of Aten then seemed less bright
They infused them with the perception of fright
It’s taken so long to creep out from the night
Back into balance with that which is right
Holy is the song of the heart
For each moment we are apart
It builds the foundation
A life of bliss without frustration
Creation blooms a sensation
I dance once again in the hopes of the everlasting
Lasting longer than a nation of domination
The location of liberation
The freedom without the bell which brings their hell
With a yell of my soul I call to hear the trumpet sound
The one that Pharaoh Akhnaten found
This real key won’t be found in archeology
The truth belongs in you and me
When we meet again the whole world will see
The beauty of what twin souls can be
Let’s finish what we started long ago
To sow the seeds of above and below
The truth of heaven will know
What it feels like to be in the flow
Pouring forth into ecstasy
Loving becomes
Succumbs
With ease
So easily
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