Black Poetry : Atonement Of Blackness

ASHANTA

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For though' I fly the black wings of chambers,
to escape the flying demons, to enter where no man
Would go, I cry in silence to de lord.
To bare the scars of envy, spite, and scorns,
That sits upon my door, I take the burning bullet,
Only de lord knows the hierologic atonement I explore,
For who should ever understand my
horology, who shall ever walk my path,
understanding the burning of psalms,
that lies within my skin.

In this black wings chamber, lord
whispered in my ear, lord say sacrifice
my son, no one shall know the end,
I shall teach you what a warrior should be,
cry not upon the land of death, rise
to the living upon my gates, trouble
shall not last for long, black wings
await my chambers of the lord.


This weapon, yet even chains,
the brave emancipate the pain
He’d, in triumphant and the
brave man stands, awaiting
The black wings of chambers,
in the conference hall of the de lord
Oh the mystics powers of the soul,
that man is blind to thy role, oh the
treaty of my ancestral strolls, my life
is to die as my brother, and rise upon
the cross. The redemption upon this
land, has no understanding of the
chambers of the lord, I shall feel
no pain, as I walk through the
fire of my brothers space.

while I tread that gulch’s of tremendous pain,
Where nature shudders and scream out loud,
and where beings kneal upon the cross.​

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