What's In A Woman?

What is it about a woman?
What are they afraid of?
Demonized and marginalized
Down through your deceitful history
A handful of wicked old "none men"
Controlling your destiny
What are they afraid of?

The yarn that hasn't been fully told
A brilliant lady gifted with the most coveted "KEY"
The guardian of an ancient legacy
Entrance to heaven isn't what the liars are making it out to be
What's in a woman?
M for Mona
M for Mer
M For Mary
The real story frocked in something that's nowhere near holy
What are they afraid of?
Come Sunday morning They wax and rave about "The Father"
Where is the blessed mother?
The old soul of a faithful lover
Demonized and marginalized
Why?
Why?
Why?

What did Da Vinci know?
What was Columbus really looking for?
The Grail is an enduring tale
Shrouded in bullshit amd mythology
It's a galactic true-love story
She
Is everything

What's in a woman?
The hunter
The scholar
The artist
The musician
The owner of the other half of the great "Book"

What are they afraid of?
These wicked, wicked, spawns of Babylon
Hiding under a fetid yellow sun
The scabrous architects of religion
What's in a woman?

Ich Liebe Dich Mein Blue Engel


© 2009 Ahkenaton all rights reserved

The Original Montserratians

They came from beyond the stars
In a colossal grayish spaceship
Lizards and Mermaids
Fugitives from various tribes on a mission "seeding" trip
Found a planet blue
A planet young
A planet green
Not a trace of life to be seen

Tall and muscular
Lepidote bipeds
Greenish beige skin
Yellow almond shaped eyes
Four fingered
Large
Hands and feet
Spiked
Horned
Tailed
Tentacle
Retractable
Lizards and Mermaids from treacherous sand
This wicked world has never belonged to you
Man

Evolution fed to the sheep as a distraction dish
Into a round hole the square is a convenient fit
In two other words mis-educated bullshit


Addendum:

Opened my Book and I saw...
The massive mother gliding in northbound over Chances Peak
Mist covered
Surrounded by the long cylindrical escorts
Where is it now, where did they go?
So many thousands of years ago
Listen and I may tell you

Opened the book and I saw
Large gray and triangular
Ships over a field in young Antigua

What were they doing, the scabrous crew?
Listen and I might tell you.

History
Whose story?
Not fkn yours...

Man

© 2009 Ahkenaton all rights reserved

My Daimon Kingdom

Somewhere in a city
In the shades of midnight
A place of continuous lights
At a window
Alone with his rage
The King of darkness
Contemplates the final stage

Shadows of darkness
Tar of night
The time has come for us to fight
We'll wade into the final phase
Knee deep in muck and gore
Bigger and stronger than before
Drunk on the frenzy
Rabid with the fever
On the cusp of insanity
Sky-high and starving for more…
Death and unholy destruction
A coronation
A construction
The rising of
The Daemon Kingdom

He feels their brand of fetid hungry
Feels them spoiling for the frenzy
A chance to grab destiny
The way a crafty wolf grabs the unfortunate goat
By the throat
The power of the supreme predator
He feels the ghosts of the the big game hunter
A silent whisper
Unlike a prayer
Shadows of darkness
Tar of night
The time has come for us to fight
Death is too good for you
Ye enemy of Bruw
You'll pine for the comforting arms of death
Long after we get through with you
Warriors of blackened steel
Listen to your calling
Retribution is knocking
The crimson hum
The construction
Echoes of, echoes within
My Daemon Kingdom

Shadows of darkness
As far as the eyes can see
Slayers extraordinaire
The purveyors of true fear
We'll hunt them everywhere
In every stinking space
In every type of skin and face
The blood you crave
The lives you long to take
The thirst to kill you so need to slake
Warriors of dread
Rest not until
Your nightmarish dreams
Have been fulfilled
There will be no mercy
No democracy
Just old-fashioned dictatorial necromancy
No breaks in the asphalt swell
I want it all
All
Heaven and hell
We'll run and run till kingdom come
My Daimon Kingdom

I want them in pieces
The murderers and thieving liars
These pretenders and deceivers
The cowardly killers
I want the Diabhal bounded to a wall
At my every beck and call
I want it to rain and rain and rain
Showers of ebon agony
And excruciating pain
I want the hills and valleys everywhere
On every planet
In every galaxy
Coming alive
With the thunderous sounds of
Ferocious devastation and construction
I want an unprecedented
Daimon Kingdom

Shadows of Darkness
Tar of night
The time has come for us to fight
Behold…
A king
Cloaked in undiluted evil
Without and within
The blackest sin
Standing tall
Burnished horns
Tail and all
Inferno eyes
Enraged to the mother-fucking bone
Diamond soul
And a heart of ruby-red stone
In the shade of the coldest death
Reveling in a silence
They will never forget
As the witching hour replaces every fucking sun

Every blade of grass expendable
Protect none from evil
Nothing!
No one!
The age of Tar has begun

The rising of
My almighty Daemon Kingdom
Welcome to the fog
Motherfucker!

Shadows of Darkness
Tar of night
The time has come for us to fight

My Daimon Kingdom-For The Tar © 2004 Ahkenaton all rights reserved

Not In The Word

There is nothing holy in the word
No truth
No vision
No salvation
No redemption
There is nothing substantial in the word
Only shades and skillfully crafted manipulation
Lacking knowing
You believe in what you think you know
Lacking knowing
You were susceptible
To the reptilian deceivers cosmic hustle and flow

Where was He then
Man
Before the Genesis of Eden
Nowhere!
What was He then
Man
Before the advent of revelation
Nothing!
The wheel is still spinning
Look at him on bended knee now
As time turns and burns
Poor man
Blind once again
Looking south to a See unable to see the obvious
Rich man
Deaf again
Standing beneath the tolling bell and unable to hear the obvious
Avaricious man
Spoon-fed the righteous crust from womb to dust
A pathetic mental and physical slave
Hopelessly shackled by foolish trust
In the word

The wonders of the Universe
Multiple suns and moons
Shifting purple skies
Magnificent planets and creatures
Yellow green and blood-red eyes
Outside the scope of a tagged and boxed mind
That is not in the word
You're getting high on a violently empty rhyme

The creators accidental creation
Mere leaves on the Tree of life
They stole the "key" and attempted to flee
One cowardly thief coveting a warrior's wife
Earthly flavors
Grandiose schemes and grand failures
The rise of all things righteous
Their pompous power and their glory
Riches for the select few
The keepers of a polluted faith
These craven pretenders to the gifted throne of Blue
That is not in the word
As it was scripted for you

And so...
When reality finally falls up and down
And the illusion breaks
And the chains melt from an ancient sound
Freeing your real mind
Suddenly you are waking sans false beliefs to find
Heaven is and always was
Closed to mankind
The snakes and the fishes alike
And you and you, are muddled and psyched
In a long, long, long line
Firmly entrenched on a one-way road to hell
Facing the wrath of a flaming sword
Wasted prayers and unshakable fears
That is not in "the word"
As it was edited for you so many, many years
Ago

Behold now if you can
A beautiful Engel with sky-colored wings
Saluting a great pitch-black Daimon
As they fly through the open gates of heaven
The greatest love story you have never heard
That is not in your lying word

There is nothing, nothing, nothing
In the word

There's only one universal "Book" that matters

Not In The Word © 2009 Ahkenaton