An eagle knows just what to do with the list.
When you paddle alone, you u paddle for long
Suffer not a child to find hard wrought freedom it might be a blunt machete, but a machete nonetheless
He dishes judgement in the recipe of men's heart
As black men we make our attraction doubly, as the veneer of slavery still hangs over us like a cloak.
Patience is God's forge and he's a wicked fire, but in time you know why.
Freedom is such a long walk, one must literally walk our a scour consequence of ancestral Gehenna
There's no anonymity like cynosure
Size says look how big I am, look at my corpse look at my maggot's food.
God will replenish you faster and re align you back faster than they can ever hope to devolve.
All or life's trials seemingly become a little detour in time.
Elitism breeds languid indolence, I'd rather bath with the myriad entity hood of experiences
God is the dispenser of affairs trust in him even when he crashes your plane.
There is the divinity in conscience.
Eventually you exhaust their thoughts however never once did they accompany or knew you
Allow the petals open allow the flowers bloom, read the Askavara Gita and transcend into just consciousness
The path to glory is quite fraudulent then reticent before becoming intermittent
Sometimes I'm afraid of what he could make me be I trust even when my timid mind fears the loftiness he promises.
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