Dark dust sliding, gliding, blowing, glowing, and sometimes not knowing which way to blow…
Stopping landing in Toxic areas of no concentration… Shadow trapped in a household of lost souls… Perhaps you have caught a slight glimpse rushing by you at a speed known only to the wind… Black Man Shadow of his self, searching for the light in a World that refuses to acknowledge his existence, refuses to unleash the truth that he is the descendants of the First man who walked the planet… The VOICE was outspoken could care less about retribution, only sought a permanent solution to some of life’s ingrained problems…
To those who wanted to hear undiluted truth, the VOICE was smooth as silk, warm like a gigantic quilt that engulfed all their attention… To those who wanted to know how much truth was being said, the VOICE was harsh, stinging, slicing and dicing all the previous foundations that were built and nourished by the People of the Great Lie… Daggers of truth, Malcolm lips, the VOICE spewed accusations, condemnations at the injustice that still lives in the soul and heart of many people… Ancient words flew on the wings of the wind, reaching every ear, even those who claimed they didn’t care… Soul Chasers: Satan’s Pets, Cells in Hell, Grim Reaper, Pride Breakers,
Valley of Doom, See You Soon… You Great Pretenders Must Remember: What is in the Dark Must Come into the Light… God is the Only One who can help, Call on Him and Save Yourself… Your Ancestors Also Knew How to Keep the Devil’s Hands Off of You… You Shoulda Listened… You Shoulda Prayed, all you so-called Slick People Won’t Be Saved… They went unto the people to Raise their Consciousness…
Divine Guidance led them on a journey that only the Prophets could take… They stirred the people, enlighten and frighten some people, made so many aware the Creator of All Things does care. Some of the people they tried to revive were often disenchanted, disillusioned or chameleon who lie and pretend, that Nothing Bothers Them… Modern Prophets were in our midst and some of us didn’t even recognize it…Though they were persecuted and prosecuted, it did not slow them up, for they had been touched by God to do the job… |
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December 2016
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