Thursday, March 7, 2013

Consumation (Forty-Seven Years Old, Broke Black Prophet, Pre-Salvation) Tomorrow


I can’t understand the man which stands in command of this land as we reprimand the “great” Constitution; with no solution which has come into fruition; pollution of the mind, unkind in the line to confine the sign of the times.  Unwind, find and design a found fine humanity without insanity and see what you get!  Sit, spin and burn on this world’s spit.  Shit coming out of the North and South; the East and West the test of the winds of sin; akin to the thin needled pin as it goes in and out to sew up the future, forming a suture for the wound so the womb will not consume anymore to make another. 

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