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Author]s Survival
Author : Jacqueline Amos
Authors Survival To be an author of the present, and never
speaking of the past, the mind cannot conceive the true meaning
of 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 sought
among the prosperity, to de program the destructions of a tube
legations that toxins the mind, a free chose of birth, that
constitute my liberty to speak, the army is not an army, when
the warrior fights among each other, and the people suffer from
the addictive addiction for power, what is revolution? When the
windows are closed in, and there is no link, the miss conception
of passage, Salvatore of righteousness; the loyalty died when
the hero performed miracles.
But yet I found the aesthetics; modern Philosophy participated
of the refinement, inflicting pain of the dead shall not rise,
only if the truth is not told, my pen speaks of the dignity
beyond death, the hero's of inheritance shall not die, only if I
choose to speak in darkness, without recovery of my dignity and
those who walk with prophecies that was given by the Almighty
God in heaven, but unto those who cultivate with their
victorious arms of greed, I shall recite the constitution of
justice, but unto my people who lived upon the abomination of
man and earth which they defended with their blood; excluding
the human God's who dictate the solitary of un spoken truth.
Nevertheless the sensitivity of truth may contaminate the order
that has been resolve to an un civilized institution of dead man
bureaucracies, I have travel places where no man has gone,
subsided by the human death chambers of mind, but yet I conceive
my proclamation of educational success through the congestion
that the roots shall rise below the porous of the dead roots. In
this hierologic prescriptions of those who continue to archive
the historical events, consistently to an assertion of the
rights of man, and the rights of Nature and events,
I give unto man the blue print of this divesting world, and man
who close their eyes to the restitutions of change, yet on this
first, and probably last occasion, in this resolution of
aesthetics should I embark to see a cause like this rescued from
the embroidery of my pen, if I exhort my reevaluations my pen
shall become weak, in which I shall obtrude my Sentiments upon
the world, I may be sensitize, if I inscribe a piece, whose only
merit is the humanity and freedom of its historical lies,
sentiments to darkness, shall only submerse the retro active
completions of truth, I have principally on this journey under
all odds of adjustment to derived them of biblical and
historical facts. Beneath a milder sky let peace introduce the
genius and arts and the libations of the ancestries, and the
integrity without insuring their duration, to invoke passion and
let philosophy and science glory in a race of illustrious
disciples the prophets' seminary of spiritual grace.
I'll hear the voices, the ancestors of yesterday, Virtue's
legacy of tongues Shall sound against genocide of race, Unto I
focus on humble, shall not my dignity be inherited as cowardly
infirmity, I stand by the instructions of the Almighty God, and
Jesus the son of the savior, I take my instructions, with great
wisdom of the stroll, Let thy brother stand in accord, let not
their supplier of death, shall the sons of Commerce, fear not
the wrath, loyalty if not embraced, worse than the midnight
Devil, Fear not the marksmen plan.
Suffering through the darkness of UN Recovery, Libation I stand
at attention, trying to understand, the darkness that lies upon
the earth, Division stronger than the rivers that rise upon mans
feet , The blood that runs from my veins, I shall take the
lashing of the world, I shall not stand still, I shall run
through the trill of fields, where my ancestors built the
liberation, I shall run with the torch, sub servant to the lord,
crying no victim song, no longer shall I stand still, summoned
from the hill of justice the resurrection of change, until I
spread the words of the Almighty God. my people to the mountain,
when will we break the indoctrination of hatred disregarding all
the laws of God, shall we get it right? I herd it on the
mountain of recovery, one hand on the clock.
The Universe slowly comes to and end. My native land that lives
by the accordance of the devil, after the legacy of our
ancestors, multi color rainbow, have we come to a calamity,
where man no longer care? The treason that sits upon the doors
of our ancestors; The doors slowly closing, silhouetted by
Satan, The scars of my hand, whispering the history, thou
wisdom, thou love, waves fair well. Thou slave of avarice, that
can't stop the mind.
The cancer of death, betrayal of a lost soul, trying to find
self, The cage bird sings no victim song, He look upon the
earth, He knows his space of sanctuary, And would not be
captured by the beast, Dignity to man, if not kept safe,
belligerency, shackles, deny my self of a mind, Ringing the
chimes of inner death, Give me dignity are give me death, hatred
of a memory, conformity, to another mans pledge. Hear the
bellowing sounds rising up from the depths of humanity, Life is
death, death is life, crying out to the soul of men words
spoken, being placed in discord, words of peace. The soul of a
poet, Life after death. You shall embrace the words of ancient
times, Through the universal space of mind .The peaceful place
of integrity. Perhaps, you will hear the words, of calm, written
from the poet within. The toxins of suffering, the sleeping
darkness, the soul that rejects the formality of deterring ways.
Love calms the inner peace; I shall live, as my words, spoken
with love. Poet after death, my words continue to live on.
Darkness has no power off my pen. I live within, the words of a
poet, 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 the
earth, God that lives among, us all, the evolution of men, the
man, the great tool of civilization, which he stands.
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