11/05/2026
Beneath the moon where silence speaks,
An amulet rests against my chest,
Forged in whispers, smoke, and sacred oils,
Bound by ancient tongues that never rest.
A necklace carved from hidden truths,
Threaded with iron, gold, and prayer,
It drinks the envy from wandering eyes
And leaves no doorway open there.
When shadows creep with jealous hands,
Or evil tongues recite my name,
The pendant burns like living fire
And sends the darkness back in shame.
It was washed in herbs beneath midnight rain,
Fed with incense, ash, and flame,
A charm of power, wealth, and favor,
Calling abundance when I came.
Coins begin to follow footsteps,
Fortune answers every call,
Doors once locked begin to open,
Kings and strangers bless it all.
Around my neck hangs sacred thunder,
A guardian spirit wrapped in gold,
Not just jewel nor decoration,
But a covenant from days of old.
For the hustlers walking through envy,
For the dreamers fighting unseen wars,
For the traders, artists, and seekers of greatness,
Who carry ambition deep in their scars.
This necklace is more than silver shining,
More than beauty wealth can buy,
It is protection for the chosen soul
Whose spirit refuses to die.
