(GALACTICAL)
HOW IT SOUNDS IN MY DEEP SPACE...
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Man born of the fire of the cosmos...
Carbon and water.
Man born on the third rock orbiting a yellow sun.
Man born black in a white reality where so many forget that once we all were black.
Born of the blackness of an unformed space.
Born of the blackness of Allah.
For if we who were born of blackness exist.
We were created in his image.
The blackness of his being.
The dark and the light.
Man born now wanders dazed and confused for not embracing truth.
Perpetuating lies to hold the masses at bay.
To keep them from toppling the walls of his castle.
It protected by the dragon blaspheme.
It passed on in speeches and sermons.
The masses enraptured by the fire and brimstone eloquently presented as salvation.
Crackers and wine...
Cannabalistic ritualism...
Bathed in the blood of the victim supposedly killed by the system.
It now proclaiming in God we trust as it ignores the hungry and poor.
Commits mass genocide.
Spits on their graves.
Man born of the cosmos pauses and reflects.
Light erupting from his soul.
Man awake and alert.
Dropping pure fire.
Dawn breaking pon the land.
Man born of a silent explosion thermonuclear in nature.
Who can contain his power?
Who can dispute his truth.
His voice vibrating pineal and stimulating hemispheres.
Resonating vibrantly as the scared cringe in obvious confusion.
Taught lies and to trained to escape them.
Chains pon dem souls.
Man standing at the gates pauses.
He remininces these things.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
