Her Madame

You didn't and you couldn't, listen unto the wisdom in ancient told ? Selling exchanging your birth right but questions arise amid your mingling With secular eyes a pagans lies your choice but light speaks as this within that Your manifest destiny has yet presented itself to the world; a thousand years as a Day and it's all back wash you say ? So I spit into this tangled cup poured myself another Glass of cheap Caribbean Rum a shot of coke laughed while I choked back your dirty joke; your Truth revealed amid times self fulfilling prophecy a revelation in distains dreams; pawning your children.