Transition for the Transmission

I was white and bright until I became tarnished

Then the flames came and turned me into a shullamite

Now I'm being polished into a black Mary

As dark as the house of the Milky Way

I am transfigured into El Shaddai

My womb incubates new life

I am Mohini in the manger

Under the palm tree of Pashupati

I groan to give birth to my christ

Maker is eager for his beverage on the rocks

Fire that's iced

Salt that's spiced

For unto you a child is born

As the curtain of my temple is torn

To you we say peace

As the flow of blood and water is released

And you are saved

They shall call me blessed

This is not a case of MK Ultra

It's the real story of Allah's daughters

The wives of Abraham indeed are three

Sarah, Hajar and Keturah be 

The first shall be last

The last be first

The landowner decides the wages for the ages*

Aquarius come and quench our thirst 

The Essene cup bearer become midwife

And here continues Eternal Life

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* Matthew 20:1-16