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Monday, December 22, 2014

{FIRE AND BRIMSTONE RAINING FROM MENTAL SKIES} TOPIC SUBMITTED BY SARAH B TONIN
THE SOUND OF BLACK ANGEL LIGHT DESCENDING FROM HEAVEN...
http://youtu.be/5hZ84aSZpWk

For almost 5 hundred years black people have been the victim of an uncaring system...
Taught to blame themselves for being slaves, being placed on the bottom rung, being excluded from basic hue-man rights.
Woe unto the ones who lost in Babylon have forgotten the fact that they were once the right hand of a black God.
That they themselves are sons and daughters of God.
They afraid to acknowledge that fact have become the worlds villified  and defiled race.
They who would believe anything are told that they are the problem...
That white is right and black is a crime... It so evil.
They led to believe that things have changed watch their children murdered in the streets by guns produced and sold by the white man.
Watch their children try new drugs produced and manufactured by the white man.
How many black men do you know that bring drugs into the country by boat, train or plane?
They crying in the cemeteries lay their children to rest and denounce saggy jeans, thug mentalities and black on black crime.
They do everything to avoid denouncing the real problem... to confront it head on.
The young black mother holding her now fatherless child falls to the ground as the white media finds a way to twist the story.
Make the innocent black man the beast.
He innocent because he is the true victim.
Victim of the great white lie... That the riches they stole are not owed back to us.
That education is equal... That mass media gives a damn about them while producing shows that show us in a negative light.
A false reality cause you ain't rich like them new niggas.
They spending hard earned dollars trying to be like them all the while not realizing the cold hard fact...
That all you are is just another nigga.
That this is Babylon...
That we must become the fire and brimstone raining from the skies of our minds...
Then and only then will God lead us from clouds of smoke and fire...
Back to the promised land from whence we came.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[TITILLATION]


[TITILLATION]
THE SOUND PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND...
http://youtu.be/yh0rGbd5vsg

Here alone in my four cornered room I find myself wanting to lick of you.
To suck passion marks on your heart and thighs.
Make your pussylips swollen and your clit grow hard.
Take you to erotic heights where all that exists is the moans the sighs and the sweat of our passion...
The smell of sex as you wet gyrate on my tongue.
I licking my way into the corners of your mind where your sanity resides...
Take it and stroke it tenderly as I take it to the limits of all your reasoning...
To the door of insanity as I kiss it and lay it down...
Push your legs as far back as they can possibly go and hum a slow song...
Taste of thy cum as it wets your walls and spills forth , onto my lips, onto the hairs of my beard.
Your cries the basis for my being... Your juice so sweet flowing from your liquid depths.
Your nipples the dark berry dangling from life's tree as I pluck them ripe and nibble...
Fill myself on the flesh.
Trace a line down your stomach and flick a soft beat on your pussylips... pull them apart and stick my finger in...
Find your g spot and massage...
I need to see you squirt... It gives me strength... It gives me energy...
I a sexual vampire.
I who have lived so long because of your elixir.
I sitting here alone in the dark wanting you as so many queens alone sit in their four cornered rooms, wishing for a man.
I want you...
I need you...
I must have you...
Can I?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY