Black Poetry : When Jesus Spoke The Universe Cried My Sons Shall Take There Rightful Place

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    ASHANTA Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Jan 15, 2003
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    Shed not tears for me as the torture continue. His hair was white as wool , his skin as bronze, his feet black as a furnance the ultimate deceit, say it loud Jesus my brother the Nubian King, The Books of Solomon a black man chapter 1. Oh the blinders that refuse to come off. Deeply enbeaded within the mind. The lynchings of thy brother the burning of the cross, the reminders that the devil set forth, the cad of the swinging rope, the burning cross reminders
    that Jesus was black. The reminders that
    my king should never repeat the holy words I as my brother
    Jesus, sealed in a air tight book.
    The voices raise from the graves of my ancestors
    don't cry for me, I am my brother.
    The spirit lives through me.
    A bitter taste coming from the devil him self.

    Let not man tamper with my creations said thy God.
    The dead raise there voices I am a live.
    There is no pain when the body is filled with spirit.
    The circle have turned, listen to the voices of
    the spirit, I the Nubian King shall continue to
    live through my brothers.
    The inheritance of thy almighty God.

    Sons of Sons, nations of nations, the first generation.
    Oh thy glory to God, they have lynched my brothers
    through generations, and they continue to come back.
    Oh thy glory to thee thy God.
    They shall never kill the image of a nubian King.

    The man the mind blinded by self.
    Disgrace that he sets before thy almighty God,
    listen to the screams of the Universe,
    listen to the screams of the ancient dust,
    listen to the screams of the destructions,
    of mans own right hands.

    The beast of the sea's oh thy God how mercy upon thee.
    Thou children who are locked within the clad brace,
    Tears of the devil shall not be herd.
    Oh what a bitter taste that the devils children cry.
    They hide there head in shame. The theives of the universe
    They now cry out loud.

    Oh thy Mother Mary of Jesus, Black mother of the
    Universe, I sing the wrotes of thy God.
    No clad chains shall make me sensor that my
    Jesus is my prophesies I stand before the altar
    Listen as he speaks through me.

    I wrote my laws that they shall be free upon the battle ground of the devil, for those who follow thy words shall have ever lasting life.
    Nevertheless think not that thy sins shall be spared below the universe, your children shall be curse, for your bravery to destroy the sanctuary of thy almighty God.

    Hate me if you must, but I shall have the last word, children of darkness.
    I gave my sons an inheritance to paradise, like a thief in the night , you enslaved them and change the history that I willed upon this universe, lies, thieves , murders, raping of t here family tree. I one God has one church.

    The atheist who use blaspheme of thy name shall rot in hell as the followers of your love. I the mighty need no validations of those who I created living in there own space of darkness. For those who know me know love. I the breath that man shall breathe, I the shoulder that he may lead, I the foot steps when he is in great pain.

    I can change the world with a blink of the eye, as you killed my son, you shall feel the rapture of my pain. I the Almighty God shall not turn a deaf ear to your holocaust of deceptions, for your children shall dwell within the pits of hell, and then who shall they recognize. I fear not your children of hell I gave them chose that they may reform. For every soul that you claim, and every nation that you defame. I thy God shall take revenge. For those who think that they shall have forgiveness for the tampering of my creations, I shall be the first to judge.

    The devils who walk upon the night, and blame God for satins destructions, trick analogy to defame thy almighty God.
    The wise and the knowledgeable of thy father and his children shall not be fool by the devil who masquerades as the hero, who sets traps for the children of thy God.
    Loyalty upon thy almighty I shall never roll over to the other side.

    Blaspheme shall not destroy thy name thy Almighty God.
    You defamed my son, Jesus who died upon the cross, to save my children who you blinded within the night, you stole the inheritances of Great Kings, this shall not be the word, they shall reclaim there rightful place, you lynched my sons from the trees, you created a holocaust that my children died because of color, and the images that I create, Under Satins Authority shall be no more. I shall have the last word.

    Within this caucus of a frame, shall turn to ashes and die.
    Your spirit shall live in captive, never ending the tampering of thy creations, you shall feel the pain, and as you cry I shall turn a deaf ear. Within the legacies of my sons a thief upon the night, as you try to destroy thy Holy grounds.
    The historical fruit shall never rot.
    Nevertheless you claim victory, man is man, and God is the almighty the father of Universe.

    I the eyes of the almighty,
    has breathed upon my trust.
    The deep breathes from the immensity of the heavens,
    dreams within the bleeding palms of humanities.
    Reactions of a divine soul.
    I shall continue to send my army that your kingdom shall come down.

    I have given thee the treasures of my paradise, Betrayal by the creations of thy hand, as the child of a father who cuts off his right hands.

    Thy son gave his life, that your sins shall be forgiven.
    Jesus screamed the blood running from the palms of his hands,
    I have given to thee, thy right hand, betrayal that you set for me,
    Jealousy of thy father, the inner curse that you shall feel the rapture of thy pain,
    I that ebony King, I thy brother who they hanged from the tree, I thy brother the holocaust that killed nations of thy children, who were created in the image of thee.
    Truth and off set to self.
    I am not dead the voices cries from the soul.
    Hear the screaming of the winds, I shall not go under.
    I gave my life for my brother.
    The haunting of thy soul shall follow me.
    Salvation that lye upon my feet, As the slain that lies upon the grave.
    Thy trespasses lie upon me.

    My eyes cries by reason of my wraith.
    I must now reap the sore of my brothers disobedience upon the earth.
    But unto thee I come as a humble child to thy God, I stand before my Almighty God,. I give thy blood upon you, thy loving kindness upon thy head, thy faithfulness in destruction has taken charge
    Shall thy wonders be known upon the dark.
    That my children shall not feel the pain.

    The mission of the land of the lost path of assimilation is a word of action.
    My blood I give to thee. Captivities shall not be kept.

    If thy hold thy peace to darkness of the heart. The harden of the rock of thy foundation shall surely die. Servants that sings its own rules shall mold away and die. Thy shall not hold thy peace of righteousness , thy darkness shall no longer sanctions thy truth. Decaying of a world order which refuse to confess.
    Wombs of earth validated by the scorns of revenges, Hostage to the devils revenge.
    The Abomination of earth bows to a different high. Immersions in a transformations of corrupt values of individuality weeping that the soul has no strength of its own.​