King David, The Lion Tribe, & The Hivemind

Each great people needs a leader. He is both, warrior & breeder. He acts as the bloodline seeder. Prepare for Sol's coming Kingdom. Freewill can make life seem random. It's the heart of Sol's stardom! Sol does have many renown names. He has a unique cosmic fame. He carries titles without shame. A low shepherd born to be king, killed a giant with a stone sting! Honoring God his life would sing! The New Order Celestial, Godhead will be Empirical. Yet its source is ethereal. The ancient prime Davidic blood, is reborn in a modern stud. His vast power an ocean flood. Jesus was his descendant. He was David's last defendant, with his life, he was attendant.

He tried to be like his Father. Yet his ways were soft like feather. His moods would shift with the weather. David was of a different time. He was fierce & his soul did climb! When at peace he'd harp out a rhyme. He did have a warm stone castle. Servants would attend each hassle. Pleasures & passions he'd wrestle. Of all the kings he was most high! Yet for this his spirit would die. To be like him many did try. For this Jesus died on the cross. He had tried to be his own boss. He would gain all through mortal loss. The life of Christ, God loved the most. Perfect balance, servant & host, father, son, & holy ghost.

The cross for Christ was not the end. With his life a message he'd send. He is the truth, he's no pretend. He was pure with every word said. To recant he'd rather be dead. For his Life's truth he gladly bled. He spoke well about paradise. His last words were very precise. His flawless ways weren't works of dice. Giving up the old anima, his soul gained a new stamina, & found peace in America. Natives knew him as, Great Spirit. He had his own private orbit. Each thought & words he could hear it! In this realm Sol's work was done. Father, son & spirit were one. He was the pure, true, golden sun. In David's eyes he did succeed. He fulfilled the Earth spirits need. For all of mankind he did bleed.

Jesus was of the Lion Tribe. His pure blood had none who would bribe. He thought life could be a free ride. He lived in balance with nature. Life was a unique adventure. Violence was often a feature. The Christ was a primal male. His pure blood was not for sale. He sought blood that told a tale. His fierce nature, he would temper. He would even cure a leper. Of lost souls he was a reaper. His followers did look to him. Ambitions large, their pockets slim. We stocked up our souls to the brim. We emptied self to receive more. Following Christ, we did keep score. As one we knocked on heaven's door.

We felt a piece within his view. In his eyes life always felt new. He was our rock when the wind blew. He kept cravings under control. A vast landscape we did patrol. The ways of love we did extol! Many would resent him as their king. To old thought patterns they did cling, for many truth's felt like a sting. He was the greatest & the least. His endurance some would call beast. He was betrayed by Judas' priest. Lions are both loving & fierce. Their sharp eyes can feel like a piece. Their behavior we don't coerce. Lions do form strong family bonds. To their alpha they do respond. Our love for truth Christ's life prolonged.

He liked to explore & to lead. He'd provide for us & our need. For all mankind his life did bleed. His nature was quiet & calm. To rattled souls, he was our balm. His roots went deep like desert palm. A leader with quite a bright strong mind. Tending his sheep left none behind. Obscured in thought was hard to find. He is known as the good shepherd. He is the vine, men the vineyard. He's the good fruit of the orchard. Carefully he tended the sheep. Within his sight they did find sleep. All of their souls Sol's love does keep.

The Christ was a unique God-King. He sought the essence of the thing. A standard of truth he would thus bring. A king lives as a form of art. He's the race mind & it's pure heart, respecting both dull & smart. Life was a spiritual journey, to conquer fears & destiny. His soul became pure energy. People are a lot like insects. Natural order bug lives reflect. It is a truth you can inspect. Some might call him a missing link. He lived to change the way we think. The light of life is like a blink.

He was the king of the whole Earth. He taught of life's infinite worth. He'd guide mankind through soul rebirth. He was born the world soul hivemind. He taught men the ways to be kind. Obscured in thought was hard to find. Without fear he did face death's taunt. His mind was strong, his body gaunt. His fearless love he liked to flaunt! He's also called the prince of peace. A maxed-out soul he did release. He would thus gain God's golden fleece. Every action, ripples through time. His life did ring with song & rhyme. In all things he saw the sublime. Slow to anger he lived life meek. His words were pure when he would speak. He was a bright light to the weak.

For his people died on a cross. He did atone for mankind's dross. His soul would gain through mortal loss. Upon death spoke of paradise. His last words were very precise. Becoming light, saw through God's eyes. His life was a gene memory dream. A light code of Mayas God-King! The light of life his soul did bring. When he died, Maya did awake. He lived in a tropic flame lake, trans-dimensional solid snake. The light code Mayans would translate. These new words we would contemplate. Mayan life would thus animate. This hivemind connected the race. God had the most beautiful face. In his gaze we all found our place.