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Tuesday, April 28, 2015

(ROBES WHIPPING IN THE BITTER WINDS) BOOK OF FORMER GODS AND EARTHS CHAPTER 1
THE SOUND IN THE EYE OF THE HURRICANE AS I REFLECT STORM...
https://youtu.be/Gr8HayWez2A

What are we, if  we if not Gods as foretold by his own words... We created in his likeness and image.
Our potential unlimited yet held in check by these man made perceptions and preconceived notions.
What are we these beings formed of carbon and water... Fire and H20.
These supposedly thinking and rational entities.
Where once we built pyramids that spoke of our travels in outer space...
Of wings and other dimensions.
Of our relationship with the sphinx and otherworldly realms.
Who are we when we do not glean of the knowledge and reach for the suns that hover in the depths of space...
When we allow ourselves to be mired incaucasion filth and waste.
The dogs spoken of eating the scraps of the masters.
Our knowledge flipped and reversed.
A ramble may seem mad until it's layers are revealed.
Who have we become as the rock we inhabit spins on tilted axle through the dark matter illuminated by the light of a thermonuclear yellow sun.
We born of the sons of an exploding star, we born bearing suns and daughters who are truly exploited.
When did we lose our binary powers?
When did our wings fall off.
Perhaps in the belly of the beast Babylon that worships the sun and deletes the father... Helios Biblos the holy scroll told in King James version.
A book of the sun tricked out son.
What are we in Maryland where we our rage plays out international and scary coons preach of calm and sing we shall overcome.
Red flames and smoke lighting up the night.
Brave warriors who need a true guide.
When did we lose our ability to fly?
Was it when they raped our great great mother's and gave them that good hair?
Those pretty funny looking eyes.
That bottle of bleach for their skin...
When they diluted the melanin?
I the once God screaming their words from the mountain descend.
All I carry in my hands is a scroll...
It reads Ye The Gods Arise...
Take Your Place In Front Of The Earths.
Become.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

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