A Prophet Said To The Universe
By Jacqueline Amos
that eats my soul, I was never warn , summitry of proportions, divisions of my brothers pain.
Ancient as the world, unlocking
the volts of nature, reaps of scars an pain, I the murder of my brother,
Mans creations of decay, they link to thy brother,
dusty as the ancient sea’s, stalking the backdoors of humanity, imitations of morality, gliding visions of tomorrow
, hunger like a beast in the night, significance of reflections, riddles of love an life, accusations, allegations, anger
of expressions, the miseries of man. Roses of rank death.
Terrors of hidden smiles, reluctance of men. Decayed
visions of self worth, raping society. Let Freedom ring the bell has no tone. Unlocking the vault I the invisible man.
give the gift of life to you thy God, thy slate has to much dirt to fur fill, clean thy soul, I have killed my brother. I
sing the songs of sadness, I shall never sleep through the night, thy conscious of the night cries, the faces that I have
slaughter within thy house, history repeats I am not worthy to lead.
Thy curse of the flesh has haunted thy logic
of the earth, thy wisdom has faded red to black.
I have invaded the sacred grounds of creations, nature cries to the tones
of darkness, morality is dead,
I have cut of thy right hand to spite thy face, I have plucked out my right eye in disgrace,
I walk among the living dead, I forfeit my stool, I have killed my brother through his emotions, and left many wounds.
the belly of the beast, I have cursed my children the forth generation, this Is the end.
I take my beatings upon the earth,
the darkness of sacred grounds have been cursed.
There is no peace upon the earth I slaved my brother. I took him
to a level of no return.
I the ego of my own disgrace, I the lustful demons has disgrace the sanctuary of thy rib, I have
shamed the temple where I create, I the life line of my ribs. I no longer see the heart of my ribs, I see the flesh which
I forfeit my stool.
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