THE SOUND AS THE MIND FUNK IS PUMPED...
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And he stands fully formed from the ashes. They swirling and twisting round his feet. Man newly arisen from the sleeping slumber. He is magnificent. The world stands in wonder. Tones of melanin in his skin.
There is thunder in the air for the heavens bear witness. Seraphim and Cherubim rank upon rank... Wings stretching beyond the sky. Man realized. The clouds heavy drip tears of joy which fall as sparkling diamonds in the celestial sunlight. Splatter in glistening sparkles.
He once born as black as the night. As black as the triple stages of darkness from which all knowledge came. Man visualized is he. Proud and free. Fuck equality. Fuck that reality. All that flawed visuality.
He is fist pump and bass bump... He is afro, dreads and bald head. He is father to his nations children. Knowledge attained and passed down. His trials and tribulations told again and again. His legend the wind. Once slave now master to his own destiny. Pride in his pose. Standing as oak... Reclining he is bonsai.
His enemy he knows well. Any who would stand against him and his kin. The dark, the medium and the light skinned, Bredren born of God's hand. Against him who can stand. Phenotypical and supreme. He.
So close and yet these words will go over so many heads. They will say that they read, they would bear false witness for the truth is only pages away. Comprehension such a savage entity. The beast manifests beautifully. Would have you be he in a warped democracy. Prisons, jails and detention facilities where men fester and rot. Knowledge lost. And here we are at the end where man bowing would bid you farewell.
This his sordid tale.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
