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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… Silhouette of a king trapped in ignorance… Knock down and knocked off the throne of his powerful mind…
Battered and scattered across continents… Portrayed as weak, insecure, irresponsible in front of his woman and children… Dark Dust uprooted, polluted, blinded by the light and punished because he was not white… Gather the Ancient Dust of a time long ago…Recall the memories of greatness, Rise out of the Shadows Black Man, Black Woman, Black Nation… To arms Shadow Warriors seize the night…The Mother Continent has been held prisoner long enough. It’s time to Wake up, Get up and Stay up, the Nights belongs to you and so does the Days… RISE UP DARK DUST! RISE UP! So much you have forgotten, so much you have lost… |
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December 2016
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