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#Ancestors_new_daw
My bones reverberates, my spirit can't be contained anymore, I need a 2nd reload, a spiritual beast, I hear fowls and beasts in the mountains and under waters shouting my name, claim us! Claim us! They say. My leopard leather getting cold on my spiritual throne, waiting impatiently, my feet itches, my hands itches, those mountains wanna feel my feet, those rivers wanna be touched by my hands. Fire ignites in my bones, smokes leaks through my skin pores; "take this silver steel cane and mark the four cardinals, your territory, you are a spiritual emperor; a voice whispers. Gravity possess my surrounding, floating in the sky, I'm not of this earth, but it's ruler

Soil to soil, spirit to spirit, dust to dust, incarnation floating in gravity, so many unworthy body scavenging the earth, ancestors ink drying, so many blank pages, with no one to ink forth wher the ink has dried, weak and fearful new breeds, inherited alike genes, the drum beats slow and low, like coffins dropping down the grave, graveyards soil dampens, by ancestors tears, spirits rises like tornado, the seal is permanent, this our time, ancestors time, the damage has been left way too long, bull horn blows from the east, grass smoke hails from the west, in the north oceans currents leaves the deep depths of the earth, from the south, mountains rocks slides to the ground, ancestors rage, like earthquake, ready to devour the Earth, for new generation to rise, who are to carry with pride, the fallen baton of my ancestors and I avail myself for this worthy cause

Meteorites and supernovas leads me forth, I'm escorted by the greatest, the nobles and infinitesimal, the sole prints of springboks in the mountain rocks were the beginning, my beginning, permanent prints, I to print, today but for eternity, my voice roars, lions and lioness in my stomach, burns my soul to rise, to evoke shovelled to dust, bones of ancestors who are unacknowledged and to feed, multitudes with spiritual knowledge, for they have starved way too long

Cosmic juristic forces, pushes me from behind, some pulling me sideways, I'm entrusted with powers beyond human mind jurisdiction, spiritual realm organic sacred powers, blow the whistle in my hand, with one hand on the drum, my bare feet on the ground start shaking, sending vibrational volts to my body, spirits in me awakens, I now speak in tongues, languages of all the earth races; recite, preach and scribe" my ancestors say, you are our new dawn
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