speaker for the dead


i seek...
to point out patterns in life thru...
poetry that is written in-between the lines and'''
off of the paper, still...
clearly represented in the words...
presented by a presence seen and...
unseen... the author is an... Ausar...
omni-present... ALL-I SEEING...
pyramid of matter, multi-dimensional...
BEing... liquid... solid... vapor...
my... trans[ce]-mission is to... trans[ce]-end...
the mindset of the.. original earth... raper...
[that's... mutha fucka for all... giants still... "sleeping"]
the god... hard... steps becuz... the devil's...
still creeping... thru cracks in your...
mental constructs... where he... conducts...
cognitive manipulations so we won't...
MAN UP... and... build a... just and free nation...
"word is bond"... the enemy is not a...
"white movement"... it is a... "black stagnation"...
realize! there is nothing that can stop...
a people filled with the... spirit of their Ancestors...
and determination...
if these signals are... not clearly received then...
adjust your... mental station...
tune in... to a different reality...
as long as u live life longing...
for the life lived by another...
u can never be free.
did we... or did we not... give birth to civilization?
when do we return to BEing...
original people, and...
stop living lives of... imitation?
the Ancestors say...
speak! but...
i don't think your hearing me.






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