The light

My body shined the Cristal light. the black man, I the son, I the prophet, I de Black Jesus, I the Malcolm X, I the Medgar Evers, I the Martin, I the faceless warrior, plead my cause, you are the image of thee, I shall not let the world darken the spirit of my cause, 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. My spirit shall not die.


The light continue to follow me, and the vision walked slowly to the front, as it carried the image of a black carcass, the light began to speak, I give back to thee, the carcass, I blow air into the lungs, of my spirit that lives within thee, heal cried the vision, heal, and the carcass, stood up straight and said world, I have return to claim my rightful place, I have lived and so I shall dye, I am the anatomy of the black son

The inner surface shall never die.
Within the legacies of my humanitarian,
The historical fruit shall never rot.
Nevertheless you claim victory; I shall meet you in the answering to God. Chain my mind wraps my feet upon the anchor as I drown.
I shall be resurrected as Jesus said my God.

You can kill my caucus but my spirit shall never die.
I embrace the harp of the sweet sounds of rejoice,
I give to thee of thou most honors.
Thy father of creations, release me oh lord of the inner spirits,
that bound me to a hell within thy self.
Freedom, freedom, freedom,
I the blood of thy on hands,
Of resurrection that my spirit be free.