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Jun 23, 2010
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Lilith (Black Madonna) Part 2
She dances round the cross
And makes of it a tree of light
Almost singing: "I have you now Yeshua!"
And she leaped into him
Becoming Sophia...
Laughing the naked maiden
Now the shakler
Now the Bride
"She is my sister" the Lord spoke
I offer her a single kiss, do not
missread this, we are not enemies
nor have we ever been, she is my flesh
she is my spirit, she is my willing bride
my mother and my daughter,
I am the reed, she is the breath.
She visited me in the wilderness
she warned me of the fate to come...
Do not stare at me because I am dark
why should i be like a vieled woman
my mind explodes with your words
if I speak, you speak through me
a king is held captive in these tresses
I dance to the lines of Solomon
I carry within all the wounds of love
I seek not to enslave but to shatter the chains of wisdom
I shine for you I am your bride
with each drop of blood am i also crucified
to see you so buckled for the sake of love
must i weep the tears of blood
if you would permit me I would intercede
but you will not permit me
you will not share your pain
how could a God be so cruel?
And makes of it a tree of light
Almost singing: "I have you now Yeshua!"
And she leaped into him
Becoming Sophia...
Laughing the naked maiden
Now the shakler
Now the Bride
"She is my sister" the Lord spoke
I offer her a single kiss, do not
missread this, we are not enemies
nor have we ever been, she is my flesh
she is my spirit, she is my willing bride
my mother and my daughter,
I am the reed, she is the breath.
She visited me in the wilderness
she warned me of the fate to come...
Do not stare at me because I am dark
why should i be like a vieled woman
my mind explodes with your words
if I speak, you speak through me
a king is held captive in these tresses
I dance to the lines of Solomon
I carry within all the wounds of love
I seek not to enslave but to shatter the chains of wisdom
I shine for you I am your bride
with each drop of blood am i also crucified
to see you so buckled for the sake of love
must i weep the tears of blood
if you would permit me I would intercede
but you will not permit me
you will not share your pain
how could a God be so cruel?
— Dalton, Jun 23, 2010
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Ravenshakti
15 years 11 months ago
Hello John...
Dalton
15 years 11 months ago
thanks Raven