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Rise And Fall
The sky was never the limit for those who sook to defy the norm. They soar to the highest heavens like eagles and become one with the storm. The staffless Moses of the black parliament never beheld gods in nude form. We never beheld change in the days of warriors that might make humanity transform. Spiritists and scientists war amongst themselves to try and bring about a god of the new age. We collided with the soul of an atheist and met a nude man in his rage. Parliament became a harlot of the nation and sold itself to foreigners for free. Poetry and song became the struggle as bullets ripped through the hearts of Apartheid slavery. Sons and daughters were imprisoned more than they were educated. Freedom ended when Mandela was set free than when he got incarcerated. Souls were purchased for the wealth of pimps in armored suits. Rapist pastors were government spies who daily anointed brainwashed recruits. We became the sheeple believing we were faithful followers of the wolf in cow skin. And everyday we witnessed the rise and fall of our blackness than the rise of Satan through sin. We. ran away from victory than chicken legs in a pot of gold. God wanted to talk to us yesterday and we all put him on hold. We rapidly sold to the idea of becoming fables and had our stories untold. God took our glory like a thief in the night of our falling and replaced it seven fold. Now gays legalize marriages and priests rape their daughters. We've allowed our hearts to feel more pain than lesbians slain in Zambian slaughters. The world bore arms and lost the war before they fought us. Our war with drugs was the vain battle of the new era. Black tore itself apart like bad partners, and thanked the man in the mirror. Caught up in these shackles trying to relieve myself of these battles with self. More multi-faceted in the soul than African culture and Indian wealth. Everyday in hospitals and prisons, my brothers and sisters fight for their health. The knowledge of power and wisdom never gave a black man his own strength. Never saw the change of history before it metamorphed before us. The generals of the satanic age had a monumental plan to slay us. The Dutch gave way to parciality than racial agendas through color. The poor fight for their meals like dogs in a cage and die for their valor. Media misrepresent the disenfranchised and legalize their deaths. The unity of the unemployed poor was shaken by a Tsunami of jealousy. God give us this daily bread, because we stole it through burglary.
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