(COSMICSPLITAHSHITSPITTAH)
Where I come from is neither beginning nor end... Life nor death.
I am the vapors that exist in the vacuum of space... The flow of time... Where time is not even a concept... Swirling constellation's and uncharted dimensions.
Darkness is always the precursor of light... Night preceding day as knowledge erupts unfettered and unchained... There is only one God... He walking man among man... Sun in the midst of sons.
Such foolhardy minions submitting to the puppet master... Swinging from the strands... Coulda been a master, nothing but a slave.
I come from the chamber's of Allah... A Serius B constellation of serious consternation relation... Child of the dark star rotating in ordained orchestration.
These words of men too minuscule to explain the complexity caused of duplicity... The pure depth of the horrendous pit... It such a cavernous maw... Souls staggeringly falling in.
Eyes cast to the heavens where they would find the God who exists buried within... So many who must sin to simply survive... Such a harrowing ride.
Where I come from life ain't a rhyme... It's a way... No play play.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
