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Rip Van Winkle Protégé (Robert "Zack" Zachary - New Orleans, LA)

 

LOVE LEFT HER INTIMATE ABODE
SWOOPED DOWN UPON THE LOCKED UP SANCTUARIES
TO RELEASE THE RITES AND LIBATIONS FOR THE PARTED SOULS
 
 
THIS AFTER THE SENTIMENT OF THE PEOPLE'S CONCERN
AFTER THE CHURCH LOCKED UP THE INTER PASSAGE TO ALL SOULS GONE ON
STARTING IN THE EUROPEAN CENTER
KEEPING THE CONNECTION WITH ANCESTORS AND THE SOULS
IN THE LAND OF THE LIVING
CLOUDY, CLOGGED UP AND IN DISARRAY
 
LOVE HAD TO INTERVENE, Y'ALL
BECAUSE LOVE KNEW THAT;
RIP VAN WINKLE SLEPT FOR TWENTY YEARS
AND THE WORLD HAD PASSED HIM BY
 
BUT THE CHURCH BEEN A-SLEEPING UNDER IT'S BEREAVEMENT
FOR TWENTY CENTURIES AND EVEN WHEN EARTH SHOOK THEM
THEY HAVE NOT RESPONDED TO THE CALL
THEY JUST GO DEEPER AND DEEPER INTO THEIR DOG-MATIC INSENSITIVE CANNONS
 
LIBATIONS
LIBATIONS
RELEASE THE LIBATIONS AND RITES
UNCHAIN THEM
IN ORDER FOR THE CHILDREN TO POUR LIBATIONS
AND THE ELDERS TO RECEDE THE RITUALS PASS
 
BUT LET'S CALL ON THE CHURCH
PLEAD-REASON WITH THE CORPORATE CHURCHES:
DIDN'T YOU HEAR;
CHURCH BEEN ASLEEP FOR ABOUT 20 CENTURIES EVER SINCE THAT
DOG-GONE CONSTANTINE----------SHHHHHHHHH
HUSH YOUR MOUTH
 
CORPORATE CHURCH BEEN ASLEEP FOR YEAAARS
AND CAN'T BE AWAKEN
U CAN DO A FAT MAMA DANCE SHAKE
THEIR HOLLOW MINDS DON'T BREAK
 
JUST JUMP ON LOVE
AND BRING YOUR LOVE OFFERINGS
TO THE BOUND UP ANCESTRAL SPIRITS
ALL SOULS LOCKED DOWN
ON THE SO-CALLED RELIGIOUS TRAIN
 
RIP VAN WINKLE WENT A SLEEPING FOR 20 YEARS
BUT CORPORATE CHURCH BEEN A SLEEPING FOR 200 DECADES
THEREABOUTS
 
LIBATION
LIBATION CHANNEL AND RELEASE THE RITES-RIGHTS OF ANCESTRAL VISIONS
CAUSE THE LOCKED AWAY ANCESTRAL SOULS
STARTING WITH THE WAR ON WOMEN WAY YONDER-
(REMEMBER THE INQUISITION?)
 
LIBATION
RIP VAN SLEPT FOR TWENTY YEARS
AND THE WORLD PASSED HIM BY
CONSTANTINE'S CHRISTIANITY
STOLEN RITES AS IT WAS
BEEN A SLEEPING EVER SINCE WAGING WAR ON THE KNOWERS OF THE TRUTH
AND LOVE HAD TO LEAVE HER HUMBLE ABODE
COME DOWN AND SNATCHED THE LIBATIONS
AND THE RITES OUT OF THEIR DOMINION
AND DON'T FORGET THE R I G H T S OF THE PEOPLE
AND ANCESTRAL SOULS
LOST IN THE MAZE
CLAMPED BOUNDED IN SERFDOM AND SLAVERY
AND DON'T FORGET;  OPPRESSION OF WOMEN ALWAYS THE CUE
 
TO BE HONEST:
LOVE DIDN'T COME BY HERSELF HONEY
LOVE CAME TO DO A CLEAN UP JOB ON THE CHURCH
SHE CAME WITH BAD-ASS TWO EDGE
 
TO FULLY RELEASE THE RITUAL OF THE ANCIENTS
CAUSE THE SOULS HAD TO BE RELEASED
FROM OPPRESSION WOES AND FALSE SHOWMANSHIP 
 LOVE CAME AND SHOOK THE HELL OUT OF HELL
 
MANY PEOPLE DIDN'T REALIZE
LOVE ALWAYS TAKES AROUND WITH HER
A TWO EDGE BODY SNATCHER
THE SILENT KICK ASSER THAT WILL KICK ASS ON A DIME
 
AND YES THE CHURCH ALWAYS KNEW-KNOW
AND GOT THE HELL OUT THE WAY
THEY KNEW LOVE DIDN'T PLAY
 
SEE, ONE OF THE BODY SNATCHERS CALLED; TWO EDGE
THE SWORD THAT CONSTANTINE LIED ABOUT BEING A CROSS
TURNED IT UPSIDE DOWN FOOL
AND WHAT u GET?
 
LIBATION
LIBATION BE FREE THIS DAY
RITES, RITUALS, RINGS FOR THE PEOPLE
CHANNEL ALL SOULS TO ME
TO U,
TO MOTHER-GODDESS EARTH-lOVE
TO MOTHER GODDESS EARTH LOVE
 
 
(ZACK  - START 2010, FINISHED  2012)

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