Black Poetry : Children Of Darkness The Lesser Faith

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undefined(COLOR=BLACK)xxx9/COLOR)Children Of Darkness The Lesser Faith

Mask that hides beyond the dark,
screaming voices of souls without passion
warriors beyond the ghettos
of the dungeons painted shields faces of fright.
Gangsters that wear the signs of tribes,
hypnotic pictures without the frame.
Delusions that are ripped and
shattered until darkness of night
the voices sings who am I

Rags that hang upon there heads,
leaches that sucks the blood of man
wars un rehearse, the hearses come one by one.
Mothers screaming tears are
streaming battle cries upon the night.
Gun shots ringing, the carousels
no longer turns, doll babies are no longer loved
replace with human life
little red trucks have become stolen cars,
the smell of gangue dust, pipes
Of white dust.


Burning buildings, roars of thunder, no where to hide,
hear the screams of satins delights
eyes of tears, shelters of scars.
As the night the air silently disappear
Silence like a rat upon the night,
the smell of rotten flesh,
that eats the heart of the child.

Angels run and hide from the deserts of hell
they wake upon the sun
hoping to touch the soul
Of the wondering child.

Through the windows they
smother the gentle of innocence
until there is no more life.

Genocide that creeps upon the doors
Black birds of death sit and wait to suck
there blood. Oh wear oh wear
Is the light, no where to hide
No where to run, murders
That rhymes I have no faith.


The reality of defeat think has
Linked the generation of hate
There is no foundation that is left behind.
Symbolic images of unity
Blocked by stupidity.
The heads without bodies
The feet without leadership
The eyes without sight
The heart without hope
The history without legacy.
A body without a soul.


As the innocence hold on to the elder.
The black birds sits upon there windows
The angels that set before the
Darkness of the night waiting for escape
The heavenly father cries a tear to
put out the flames.


"Innocence cries out to God
Take me father from the hell I dwell
As the angels sit with children in clutches
waiting for God to bring them out the dungeons of hell.

Ministers dress up as satin
Cocaine a sniff of deliverance.
Crack the sacrament of satin
As the vampires continue
To leap at the incoherence of souls.



Crypts that build there commentaries
Bloods that bites the young
Gangs of symbolic images
As they wave the flag red, black, and green
Criminals on patrol
Capitalistic dysfunctions
Cages that cling to the minds of the young.
Bureaucracy that kill there young.

Mothers that cripple up cemented wombs
that don’t give birth
Abortions that kills the life
Of the young.
Love that no longer lives
within the instructions
that are mounted within the stone.

Thunder upon the skies
Oh thy God shot Guns ring
out loud, War zones without light
Prisons of innocense of life.
Trails of babies that sit upon
the light, mother less, father less
no longer in sight, children of
the dark that sings there own song.
Captivity of parents arrested by the young
Sentence to death, Justice stands
The child begin to scream a reminder
to the womb and seed
Without your guidance I have
signed the treaty with satin
Now you shall feel the sins
of my pain.
 

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