…….Is the god of Abraham my god, is the god of Mohammed my god; how about Buddha, is enlightenment the way to my god; all have been tried, all have been proven to be a disguise, not knowing our true god has been our demise, our lack of knowledge of self has been served up like a order of fries, can never go backwards nor turn back the skies, although we ritualistically try, being europeanized has severed all ties, lost in time, devolutionized so the powers that be can exist, they’re the ones who gives history it’s twist, then they all look at us crazy when we push up that raised fist, don’t have the necessary tech for war, but they constantly put us in a situation where we might have to take that risk, their ass I refuse to continuously kiss, knowing you’re a soldier dying on the battlefield in defense, will be the first time a descendent of slaves has felt any bliss.
- Author: EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 17th, 2024 13:18
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