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Wednesday, April 8, 2015

(THE DEVIL IS A LIE)
THIS IS MOST RELEVANT SOUND... LISTEN WELL...
https://youtu.be/CKkwOem9Vl8

I heard an ancestor crying blood tears from his grave today.
He was crying for a brother shot in the back by a lying policeman.
Shot in the back by his own people's indifference.
The ancestor he wailed at the inactivity of all these niggas, bitches and hoes.
I listened as my ancestor stirred restless and spoke unto me.
His words chilling me to my core as my dna turned ice cold.
He screaming of preachers who stand and speak of peace when clearly we are in the deepest stages of war.
Psychological and institutional.
He raged because prophets lead men to battle in times past.
Honor of family and love of nation.
His voice became stringent as he quoted old and new scriptures.
As he sang ayats.
I in the throes of a vision saw tolerance run amuk as gays became the church.
They committing acts of sodomy and deceit.
Flipping scroll to fit their blasphemous lifestyle.
It endorsed by a government which worships a flag... The whore of Babylon it's representation.
In whose god does it trust?
Annuit Coeptis and all that.
Illuminatic desecration of all that is holy.
The church it's bitch barking for its bones.
Using its scraps to appease the few while ignoring the whole.
My ancestor told me to pick up my weapon and use it to tear down walls of deception.
To educate a new generation.
Teach them to not be afraid of the white man or any other that stood on the way of us being free.
I listening as the veils fell away and the truth naked and black emerged.
Son of Dawood and The melanic Jesus.
I born unafraid of dying for mine.
I who wept everytime a black body hit the ground and a preacher in support of the beast preached inadequate and inefficient words of mass confusion.
Designed to keep men as slaves.
He assured me that the war could be won with the same weapon that held us enslaved.
He called that weapon The Mind...
He said it could build as well as destroy.
I heard an ancestor sigh as he lay back in his grave...
I turned and walked away reborn.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

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