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Author]s Survival
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By Jacqueline Amos
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Authors Survival To be an author of the present, and neverspeaking of the past, the mind cannot conceive the true meaningof 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 soughtamong the prosperity, to de program the destructions of a tubelegations that toxins the mind, a free chose of birth, thatconstitute my liberty to speak, the army is not an army, whenthe warrior fights among each other, and the people suffer fromthe addictive addiction for power, what is revolution? When thewindows are closed in, and there is no link, the miss conceptionof passage, Salvatore of righteousness; the loyalty died whenthe hero performed miracles.
But yet I found the aesthetics; modern Philosophy participatedof the refinement, inflicting pain of the dead shall not rise,only if the truth is not told, my pen speaks of the dignitybeyond death, the hero's of inheritance shall not die, only if Ichoose to speak in darkness, without recovery of my dignity andthose who walk with prophecies that was given by the AlmightyGod in heaven, but unto those who cultivate with theirvictorious arms of greed, I shall recite the constitution ofjustice, but unto my people who lived upon the abomination ofman and earth which they defended with their blood; excludingthe human God's who dictate the solitary of un spoken truth.Nevertheless the sensitivity of truth may contaminate the orderthat has been resolve to an un civilized institution of dead manbureaucracies, I have travel places where no man has gone,subsided by the human death chambers of mind, but yet I conceivemy proclamation of educational success through the congestionthat the roots shall rise below the porous of the dead roots. Inthis hierologic prescriptions of those who continue to archivethe historical events, consistently to an assertion of therights of man, and the rights of Nature and events,
I give unto man the blue print of this divesting world, and manwho close their eyes to the restitutions of change, yet on thisfirst, and probably last occasion, in this resolution ofaesthetics should I embark to see a cause like this rescued fromthe embroidery of my pen, if I exhort my reevaluations my penshall become weak, in which I shall obtrude my Sentiments uponthe world, I may be sensitize, if I inscribe a piece, whose onlymerit is the humanity and freedom of its historical lies,sentiments to darkness, shall only submerse the retro activecompletions of truth, I have principally on this journey underall odds of adjustment to derived them of biblical andhistorical facts. Beneath a milder sky let peace introduce thegenius and arts and the libations of the ancestries, and theintegrity without insuring their duration, to invoke passion andlet philosophy and science glory in a race of illustriousdisciples the prophets' seminary of spiritual grace.
I'll hear the voices, the ancestors of yesterday, Virtue'slegacy of tongues Shall sound against genocide of race, Unto Ifocus on humble, shall not my dignity be inherited as cowardlyinfirmity, I stand by the instructions of the Almighty God, andJesus the son of the savior, I take my instructions, with greatwisdom of the stroll, Let thy brother stand in accord, let nottheir supplier of death, shall the sons of Commerce, fear notthe wrath, loyalty if not embraced, worse than the midnightDevil, Fear not the marksmen plan.
Suffering through the darkness of UN Recovery, Libation I standat attention, trying to understand, the darkness that lies uponthe earth, Division stronger than the rivers that rise upon mansfeet , The blood that runs from my veins, I shall take thelashing of the world, I shall not stand still, I shall runthrough the trill of fields, where my ancestors built theliberation, I shall run with the torch, sub servant to the lord,crying no victim song, no longer shall I stand still, summonedfrom the hill of justice the resurrection of change, until Ispread the words of the Almighty God. my people to the mountain,when will we break the indoctrination of hatred disregarding allthe laws of God, shall we get it right? I herd it on themountain of recovery, one hand on the clock.
The Universe slowly comes to and end. My native land that livesby the accordance of the devil, after the legacy of ourancestors, multi color rainbow, have we come to a calamity,where man no longer care? The treason that sits upon the doorsof our ancestors; The doors slowly closing, silhouetted bySatan, The scars of my hand, whispering the history, thouwisdom, thou love, waves fair well. Thou slave of avarice, thatcan't stop the mind.
The cancer of death, betrayal of a lost soul, trying to findself, The cage bird sings no victim song, He look upon theearth, He knows his space of sanctuary, And would not becaptured by the beast, Dignity to man, if not kept safe,belligerency, shackles, deny my self of a mind, Ringing thechimes of inner death, Give me dignity are give me death, hatredof a memory, conformity, to another mans pledge. Hear thebellowing sounds rising up from the depths of humanity, Life isdeath, death is life, crying out to the soul of men wordsspoken, being placed in discord, words of peace. The soul of apoet, Life after death. You shall embrace the words of ancienttimes, Through the universal space of mind .The peaceful placeof integrity. Perhaps, you will hear the words, of calm, writtenfrom the poet within. The toxins of suffering, the sleepingdarkness, the soul that rejects the formality of deterring ways.
Love calms the inner peace; I shall live, as my words, spokenwith love. Poet after death, my words continue to live on.Darkness has no power off my pen. I live within, the words of apoet, death shall not, stop the spoken words, Life is death,Death is life, Poet the prophet of spoken words.
Spirits of thoughts, the birth of wisdom, Spirituality,understandings, Creations, life, death, love, cries of theearth, God that lives among, us all, the evolution of men, theman, the great tool of civilization, which he stands.
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