Royalty in Religion

The color purple divinely inspired
By the insipid hues of blue
That painted the skylines
Of your eyes
And the cheekbones your tears are a tune to
Inspiration fortifies her presence
In your identifiable knowledge of self
Caressing the mental stimuli that rests in the present
And your visions of personal wealth
Better off tomorrow than what was today
But losing grasp of yesterday
And wading in Sundays

Hymnals atest to rest that isn’t existent in your
Divinely inspired eyes
That have tried
To testify
But failed
As you let go of traditional
Methods
Of
Praise
And turned to raise
Hands to the goddess of body
As she intertwined her hips
Amidst the salt on your lips
And you caressed her fickle hair
Until she became worn
And not desirable
Burned on the pyre
Of lost desire
Kissing the memory of what was
Religion and philosophy
And is now waste
Ed
On the weak
As the meek are promised Earth
The wealthy live in skies
And she promised you today in yesterday
With her sunsets
And infinite eyes
As she blessed you
With divine inspiration
And move moments of boundless limitation
Within new occupation
Now you have become a slave for free
To her old methodology
When all I wanted to do was see
If I could be the apple on the tree

And inspire you to break tradition
Embrace superstition
And realize the beauty that lies
In your inspirational eyes.

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