(REVELATIONS AND RELATIONS)
THE SOUND... IT IS ESSENTIAL TO THIS TALE. TAKE HEED...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WaBFgDbdlVw&feature=youtube_gdata_player
And the beat dropped with precision.
Syntax so strong that the buildings shook and the sheep looked from office windows, stood in dumbfounded confusion in the streets.
The herald opened his mouth and began to recite.
“You denizens of earth I bring these subsonics to you.”
His voice was the sound of a million trumpets.
It cracked the seal.
He a child born of the darkness where all knowledge springs from.
A piercing eruption of the brightest light.
Governments sent agents of destruction and mayhem yet the herald stood strong.
He opened his mouth and the common man became armies armed with the weapon truth.
They fighting for right.
The sons of suns born of the prototype having remembered their places... They standing in changing times.
The queens sensing the need rose from teflon dreams and chemical relaxation and grew notty... Strong to the core.
The herald told of the four horsemen and cursed the whore standing in the harbor.
Crown upon her head... Torch in her hand.
He stood at church doors and crushed flawed rhetoric.
His voice tearing through structure.
He pointed at them the clergy cringing in fear.
They having been proclaimed the beast of ten horns standing behind a false system.
Extolling wrong in the name of capitalism.
The beat having been dropped with precision the herald raises his arms and departs.
The seal shatters into fragments.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
