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Yahliah B Poem
Stop crucifying the truth
How many times will you try to conquer this truth,
born to a people who are held to a truce,
of a lie?
Compromises and deceptions are running wild,
uncovering truth but no where to hide,
Now you must abide.
With a bridle in your mouth and with compromise holding tight,
you must fight, for truth to be saved
or die to the grave
Real truth is on the manifest,
put me to the test.
I will stand with my sword in my hand
and truth will rise again
Truth reveals your past, present, and destiny,
can you see the reality?
Stop crucifying the truth; with your hair, colors, nails, clothes
and most of with the words you pose.
Reveal your self through truth
and don’t turn away,
the creator is watching, listening and taking note,
of a people who has the truth,
but wear a fake coat.
Stop crucifying the truth
Conformed, complacent, criticized, clueless
and don’t realize,
your demise
Truth is life
and you must fight
all the lies insight
Until truth prevail
from this dark ass hell,
of reality
Truth (the messiah)
will rise again
and become a friend
Copyright © Yahliah B | Year Posted 2009
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Yahliah B Poem
The Curse of Time
I was created eternal a continuous flow of energy in motion.
I received the curse of time through the fruit of a love potion.
I lusted, hungered, and thirst for the curse,
Now worst
Time is my conqueror, and at this time I am defeated.
My journey is to be seated,
in eternity once again,
a place where time has never been.
Time is a ruler of my thoughts,
my love, my movement,
my total existence,
now my mission is to be persistence
in my struggle to be eternal again,
but to conquer the curse of time,
death has to become my friend.
Copyright © Yahliah B | Year Posted 2009
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