jackieamos
Brothers against Brothers; when the prophet died; where is the loyalty to his stool? the army is not an army, when the warrior fights among each other, and the people suffer from the addictive addict for power, what is a revolution of change, when the windows are closed in, and there is no link, that passage of righteousness should open, the loyalty died when the hero performed miracles.
Every Black man wearing shades Aint blind; the conspiracy to over throw the constitution of unity, every man who wares shades are not blind, the sun shines and the moon resolves, so who is man who conspires in the dark, the destruction comes within the sources of a mask, hypocritical, character assignations, all for self, and unity for none. Mr. Charlie has return, under the decay of a world order which refuse to adjust, it is not man on the mountain, it is not the man who wholes the cards of power, it is the man who lives by the laws of God, so the shades are just temporary, nevertheless a mask to fool the people, the blind man sings, and the poor man screams, and the children are cut off without armor, so unto thee I shall sing the song, of the sun, and the moon shall be the shade of my psalms, every man who wear shades are not blind. The blind man that wears the shades, who hide behind the proclamation of shame, the Charlie army has return, to fight against the demons who are summons to burn the red black and green.
Living through the smoke screens of destruction, rationalizations without concentrations of who is and what is , momentary confusions, the addictive to the drug call ignorance.
jackieamos
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
Hed, in triumphant and the brave man stands, awaiting
The 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 black wings of chambers, in the conference hall of the de lord
Oh 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 gulchs tremendous brink,
Where nature shudders, and where beings sink,
jackieamos
To be an author of the present, and never speaking of the past, the mind cannot conceive the true meaning of historical aesthetics; the source of my instilment details, of the struggles just to stay alive, through indignation, betrayed into the dangerous character of an Author, I sought among the prosperity, to de program the destructions of a tube legations that toxins the mind, a free chose of birth, that constitute my liberty to speak, the army is not an army, when the warrior fights among each other, and the people suffer from the addictive addiction for power, what is revolution? When the windows are closed in, and there is no link, the miss conception of passage, Salvatore of righteousness; the loyalty died when the hero performed miracles.
