My Soul On An Angel's Foot

I am black, and I have a soul;

For the blackness of my purpose is rare

And I walk down subsident halls to prove my worth

Irrelevant are the stones that fill the earth

I walk afar all alone

And there she is, the peace that films me

Behold the soul of a lover's dream

Do you see the flowers that grow unpouringly?

For in the midst of all this, I am flattered

Too much has gone by

In these cedared hallways

And too much is misconstrued

Upon one's timely death,

I lure but I never enter the building

I scrumble but I never defeat

Too much has loved and has lost

The failure of wisdom is adjust--

By many realms have I adjusted my faith

The magic trembles

And I have escaped...

For the soul of an angel's foot

Has captured many halls

And the light of a lightbulb shatters

And all is gone

And all is lost,

Magnetic individuals are worth;

What does it mean to be a light in a dark place?

Does it mean I have to corrupt myself?

For Jesus is a shadow that captures all

His forbidden war turns to revenance...

Behold all the children of peace

Abound is the savior,

For fear is just an illusion that falls

Be careful how you handle it, or you will die;

What people are people of innocence?

Do they walk down halls of despair,

Or do they pick up flowers and revive them?

Till death do us diligence, the diligent clam resides

No one resides under the roof of confusion

Unless it is silenced in fear,

True trauma speaks of roads unbound

And heavenly stripes pierce the soul

And heartless gain retrieves no one

The battlefield is lost,

And geniuses loathe in heavenly flavor

The rice, the beans, the shame;

Magnificence flourishes upon the ice cream

That melts upon pointless politics

And forbidden gold...

And it is true what people say in silence

For silence is not fear

When you stand alone.