(BLINDING EYE PI)
THE SOUND...
https://youtu.be/yNUGupuqrag
Here I am a moment after being born of darkness... A flash shining bright on a field of light, a splash of darkness.
I come tremendously blinding... Spots dancing on the periphery of peripherals... All that and primitive Neanderthals with African genes bow down.
Not afraid, I am God, they created and spit from mama's loins.
Not afraid I would blast these things, fire would burn these things.
I trampling pon my enemies, Warrior lost in the throes of ancient ballet.
Stomping dust from terra forma, drums and undulating cries.
Here I am 5'9" 10 feet tall, Lions stand aside as by them I stride, blending into the background, horizon.
Sun pon screen as I roam foreground.
I am the nunya that thundered cross the boundlessness of creation... The realization of visualization, the hard drop.
I born of divinity in a chamber ancient, a carbon and water structure containing a supercomputer.
Hypercybernetically supreme being and I see the lies gleaming succinctly in the nether. I could reach out and touch them, could show them to the masses and arise them from the lie slavery.
The masses and I and I observe them lost.
My logic screams in agony at the tragedy, these supposedly sentient beings, these sheep.
Here I am rays tanning melanin in 2016.
Sunburn seen?
Here I am star shining over Africa, here I am raised on foreign ground Babylon, here I am.
Thorn piercing side.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
