Post by jackieamos on Aug 12, 2005 22:40:38 GMT -5
The mission of the land of the lost path of
assimilation is a word of action.
My blood I give to thee. Captivities shall not be kept.
Truth and off set to self.
I am not dead the voices cries from the soul.
Hear the screaming of the winds, I shall not go under.
I gave my life for my brother.
The haunting of thy soul shall follow me.
Salvation that lye upon my feet, As the
slain that lies upon the grave.
Thy trespasses lie upon me. My eyes
cries by reason of my wraith.
I must now reap the sore of my brothers
disobedience upon the earth.
But unto thee I come as a humble child
to thy God, I stand before my Almighty God,
forgive thee dear lord. I give thy blood upon
you, thy loving kindness upon thy head, the
faithfulness in destruction has taken charge
Shall the wonders be known upon the dark.
That my children shall not feel the pain.
The eyes have seen the blood of the sons, the back has felt the heat of thy whip, I walk with the scars on my back, Black roots and the blood in the palms of my hands. Desires of wanting , pain that seeks through the vain, pleading to inner depths of the mind. Cease and assist thy family tree of heritage that hangs from the death of the root of thy tree.
Thirsting for the walls to open , love locked , boundaries of no return, the fleeing of diversity that has no humanitarian conscious of self. The battling upon heritage loyalty only to self.
If I hold the peace to darkness of the heart. The harden of the rock of thy foundation shall surely die. Servants that sings its own rules shall mold away and die. Thy shall not hold thy peace of righteousness , thy darkness shall no longer sanctions thy truth. Decaying of a world order which refuse to confess.
Wombs of earth validated by the scorns of revenges,
tage to the devils revenge.
The Abomination of earth bows to a different high. Immersions in a transformations of corrupt values of individuality weeping that the soul has no strength of its own. Imbibing the spoken words with disgrace, the ancient hat return to claim his rightful place. Battle cry belligerency will not access my fathers universe, Freedom the spirits cry,, ancient spirits awake, they will never rest, disgrace to there names, by many who have no claim, Derisions, of the holy grounds, the symbols of emblems that set before, the devil as he steals from the Universe. The sounds of roars, the seas cry out, the skies roars thunder, the ancient dust have return.
Open Lynching, of the spoken words will not be deleted. We say we live in the land of white supremacy, we live by the lynch man rope. Under a hypnotic trans we live through the tombs of our corrupted values, Separation the black woman and black man , we play the blame card, and turn our heads to reality when the light is own, we kill each other for territories we must not cross. We ride in the big black bens and kill one another, if we get to close to rising in a new stage of recovery. Many black folks want to continue the constitutions of slavery, civil rights leaders are not interested in doing away with prejudice. Bigotry is not about skin color or physical characteristics, it is about guilty we have condemned ourselves, the disobedience our respect for God, there are no special labels, who cry about assisted death to self victim hood it is about getting even, It is about greed, It is about revenge.
We are killing one another in a hopeless recovery, in the name of undercover; black men as well as women, killing the family traditions, as our ancestors turn over in their grave, crying treason down with black genocide, my blood continues to run in the name of freedom, I shall not go under as you kill my tribes and nations my wife and Children, of my own Bodily Loins. I am His and Her Majesty King Alpha and Queen Omega The Pay Master for the Terrestrial Bar.
Sisters and brothers who fight a against the concept of change, living in a hopeless tunnel of darkness, brothers and sisters cry out freedom among the masses, dignity, morality, and principality which is not up hold, strengthen the concept of black roots re- imbursements respect for self; many are interested in profiting from prejudice, this is not a white man proclamation, but death that lives within self. Let my ancestors define my cause.
The law of miss knowing a close mind will only confuse you. The law of un doing. The spirit of one generation becomes the history Of the next. The blood that runs upon the rivers, the sea's that enters.
I the Messiah locks of my father, test of faith, who is my brother? I have felt the pain the betrayal of thy seed,
instant death jealousy and hate.
Let not thy right hand defend thy left
The roles has changed woman cry as men, The lynching of black men, woman wonder why life is without black man, we have become the slave master of self, understanding that all black woman and men are not the same, the righteous lives by the laws of God, but te who live by the lynch man rope, interested in fomenting prejudice, and agitating a war between black up rising.
Never mind the fact that half the black women in this country choose to live by their own laws, and men who play in the hands of corrupted values, and sisters and brothers who lay upon their back, and cry when the out come dose not oxide by their hope of recovery,
Africans ended up on slave ships, because other Africans sold them into human bondage. We are not supposed to talk about these things, anything that relates to self death, is hidden behind black code, it has become a mockery, during the days of our ancestors we lived as one, we have now become the spokesmen of white women liberation, what have we gain by this? Idolism in the name of self hate, The masses of men, homosexuals, and women follow in their way, destruction of Gods creation, all in the name of freedom under the constitution of death, lets keep it real to follow behind the proclamation of freedom, dis respecting all Gods law, and we sit in silence, and say yes master, this is the role I want to take, and the story dose not end, We don't have the right to talk about it. Many continue to play by they own rules, nevertheless we continue to live by the laws of Satan, if its not the white man it's the black man, if its not the black woman, it's the slave master fault, a house of contumacy.
@2005
assimilation is a word of action.
My blood I give to thee. Captivities shall not be kept.
Truth and off set to self.
I am not dead the voices cries from the soul.
Hear the screaming of the winds, I shall not go under.
I gave my life for my brother.
The haunting of thy soul shall follow me.
Salvation that lye upon my feet, As the
slain that lies upon the grave.
Thy trespasses lie upon me. My eyes
cries by reason of my wraith.
I must now reap the sore of my brothers
disobedience upon the earth.
But unto thee I come as a humble child
to thy God, I stand before my Almighty God,
forgive thee dear lord. I give thy blood upon
you, thy loving kindness upon thy head, the
faithfulness in destruction has taken charge
Shall the wonders be known upon the dark.
That my children shall not feel the pain.
The eyes have seen the blood of the sons, the back has felt the heat of thy whip, I walk with the scars on my back, Black roots and the blood in the palms of my hands. Desires of wanting , pain that seeks through the vain, pleading to inner depths of the mind. Cease and assist thy family tree of heritage that hangs from the death of the root of thy tree.
Thirsting for the walls to open , love locked , boundaries of no return, the fleeing of diversity that has no humanitarian conscious of self. The battling upon heritage loyalty only to self.
If I hold the peace to darkness of the heart. The harden of the rock of thy foundation shall surely die. Servants that sings its own rules shall mold away and die. Thy shall not hold thy peace of righteousness , thy darkness shall no longer sanctions thy truth. Decaying of a world order which refuse to confess.
Wombs of earth validated by the scorns of revenges,
tage to the devils revenge.
The Abomination of earth bows to a different high. Immersions in a transformations of corrupt values of individuality weeping that the soul has no strength of its own. Imbibing the spoken words with disgrace, the ancient hat return to claim his rightful place. Battle cry belligerency will not access my fathers universe, Freedom the spirits cry,, ancient spirits awake, they will never rest, disgrace to there names, by many who have no claim, Derisions, of the holy grounds, the symbols of emblems that set before, the devil as he steals from the Universe. The sounds of roars, the seas cry out, the skies roars thunder, the ancient dust have return.
Open Lynching, of the spoken words will not be deleted. We say we live in the land of white supremacy, we live by the lynch man rope. Under a hypnotic trans we live through the tombs of our corrupted values, Separation the black woman and black man , we play the blame card, and turn our heads to reality when the light is own, we kill each other for territories we must not cross. We ride in the big black bens and kill one another, if we get to close to rising in a new stage of recovery. Many black folks want to continue the constitutions of slavery, civil rights leaders are not interested in doing away with prejudice. Bigotry is not about skin color or physical characteristics, it is about guilty we have condemned ourselves, the disobedience our respect for God, there are no special labels, who cry about assisted death to self victim hood it is about getting even, It is about greed, It is about revenge.
We are killing one another in a hopeless recovery, in the name of undercover; black men as well as women, killing the family traditions, as our ancestors turn over in their grave, crying treason down with black genocide, my blood continues to run in the name of freedom, I shall not go under as you kill my tribes and nations my wife and Children, of my own Bodily Loins. I am His and Her Majesty King Alpha and Queen Omega The Pay Master for the Terrestrial Bar.
Sisters and brothers who fight a against the concept of change, living in a hopeless tunnel of darkness, brothers and sisters cry out freedom among the masses, dignity, morality, and principality which is not up hold, strengthen the concept of black roots re- imbursements respect for self; many are interested in profiting from prejudice, this is not a white man proclamation, but death that lives within self. Let my ancestors define my cause.
The law of miss knowing a close mind will only confuse you. The law of un doing. The spirit of one generation becomes the history Of the next. The blood that runs upon the rivers, the sea's that enters.
I the Messiah locks of my father, test of faith, who is my brother? I have felt the pain the betrayal of thy seed,
instant death jealousy and hate.
Let not thy right hand defend thy left
The roles has changed woman cry as men, The lynching of black men, woman wonder why life is without black man, we have become the slave master of self, understanding that all black woman and men are not the same, the righteous lives by the laws of God, but te who live by the lynch man rope, interested in fomenting prejudice, and agitating a war between black up rising.
Never mind the fact that half the black women in this country choose to live by their own laws, and men who play in the hands of corrupted values, and sisters and brothers who lay upon their back, and cry when the out come dose not oxide by their hope of recovery,
Africans ended up on slave ships, because other Africans sold them into human bondage. We are not supposed to talk about these things, anything that relates to self death, is hidden behind black code, it has become a mockery, during the days of our ancestors we lived as one, we have now become the spokesmen of white women liberation, what have we gain by this? Idolism in the name of self hate, The masses of men, homosexuals, and women follow in their way, destruction of Gods creation, all in the name of freedom under the constitution of death, lets keep it real to follow behind the proclamation of freedom, dis respecting all Gods law, and we sit in silence, and say yes master, this is the role I want to take, and the story dose not end, We don't have the right to talk about it. Many continue to play by they own rules, nevertheless we continue to live by the laws of Satan, if its not the white man it's the black man, if its not the black woman, it's the slave master fault, a house of contumacy.
@2005