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IN THE MIST OF THE BELLY OF POVERTY- MY SOUL ACHES...HEART ACHES AND PAIN THROB LIKE THE RAIN AND STORMS OF NOAH DAYS..I WANNA BE FREE.IM CAGED LIKE A BIRD THAT SINGS HIS LAST CRY FOR THIS CAGE ISNT A ILLUSION.AMBIGIOUS THOUGHTS OF THE FUTURE BURY LOST THOUGHTS OF THE PAST,AUSPICIOUSINESS COVER THE EARTH-GOD CAN YOU PLEASE SHOW ME A SIGN...I TWINKLE LIKE A STAR WOULD DO,BUT MY FLAME IS DIM/HELP ME GROW,ITS YOUR AID I SEEK TO HELP ME DISCOVER THE DIVINE ESSENCE OF WAR....WHAT'S THE MEANING OF LIFE?I'VE BEEN ENSLAVED MENTALLY BETTER YET (MENTALPHYSICALLY)LIED TO, DEPRIVED,MISLEAD ,AND GIVEN SHATTERED IMAGES OF JESUS-NOW HERES MY GROWING PAIN UNIVERSE-ITS U-N-I- VERES THEM. OVERSTAND MY METHOD...MY FORMAT SPREAD THROUGH THE HEART OF AFRICA, SO GODLY AS IN OSIRIS(THE PERFECT BLACK MAN WHO RESURRECTED)WHAT ABOUT THE PYRAMIDS-THE SACRED HOUSING EXPOSING THE HERE AFTER,SO AFTER THE STORMS JUST BE AMAZED AT THE RAINBOW,WHAT A PROMISE A CREATOR KEEP WITH HIS PEOPLE-ISN'T IT BEAUTIFUL,HE LOVES US.SHOW ME ANOTHER WAY TO COPE WITH ALL THIS MADNESS AND HOSTILITY...GRANT ME THE SAME HARDSHIPS THAT MY PEOPLE ENDURED SO THAT I CAN ENDURE ENORMOUS STRENGTH TO OVERSTAND STRUGGLE BETTER/ITS LIKE A PERSON WITH SIGHT GONE BLIND SYMBOLICALLY REPRODUCING THE EYES OF OUR YOUTH BEFORE WE ARE X.

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