Out of no where their there suspended in air,
The Ivory King in his chair from an unblemished
citadel made from the pure white light of octillion prayers,
Seeing him descend the alabaster stairs accompanied by snow white orbs everywhere reaches down to my soul past the epidermis layers and makes me scared.
The galactic transparent parent not of this planet made it apparent, I’m the inherent heir apparent.
I bow as i disavow acting like a clown and joking around,
Heavy is the crown you see me wearing now, Wow.
So much know how i soar with him above the clouds,
Proud, Determine and certain i’m now a child of the plum serpent.