Rip Van Winkle Protégé (Robert "Zack" Zachary

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

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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