Truth or Lie

Suppose Satan was the good guy we all know they lied, 9-11 we know that attack was from the inside… no lie, How many they fooled saying Christ was a “white” guy, The good is the bad and bad is the good lets take a look, For a deeper look, you may wish to open your holy book, Or pay the church to brand me as a crook, I object not on your hooks, What if the devil was really the good guy, come on…  we know the looks

We will not tax you they say it with a smile, how many seeing these lies, The poor keep suffering while the elite travel in styles who is seeing this crime, With religion they instilled fear in the human “mind”, so many confuse in this time

A womb-man is not equal to men nor did she came from a rib of Adam, Mama I wish to see beyond my eyes to be free where does the strength really lies, I asked truth or lie… what if Satan is really the good guy the education is a lie, In all the religious disguise, she is subjected to his will every time, I wonder why

Everyday it’s the same pollutions they create the problems and then sell a solution, So they lie about governmental directions…they lied about elections, we know they lie, They lied about health plans and they lied about our mortal immortal connections… why

Dream in a dream in deep fantasy o reality is not real each attach to a psychosis it seems, The pen is close & the “sheepeoples” are box in, financially they sing the ones who sting, The masters of the death toll, the bankers who are after our “souls” in debts we are sold

With the chains of slavery oh they living a sweet glory but wait this is not the final story, Suppose Satan was really the good guy we all know they lied, What if the devil is the good guy, come on we know they lie, How many they fooling saying Christ is a “white” guy

Every coin has two sides, the good is the bad and bad is the good, The majority of society is control by a minority, yet the labelled poverty, Is on the ethnic society, instituting subjections reinforced dilutions tis unholy foundation, Due to toxin they feeding we, for some it’s hard to see the truths & lies around we

So I asked this question… Suppose Satan was really the good guy, Each and everyday the same stories are played and the masses goes insane

Artist@Large AnkSteady http://www.dankunlimited.com ©2008
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Neo Words of Poetic Sharing
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“Pooring” Rain”

As I travel down the lane I saw shadows in the “pooring” rain
The meekers, the weakers, the creepers, the weepers, the seeker and so many sleepers
As I travel down the lane I saw shadows in this “pooring” rain
I hear voices saying I was insane… I ponder why… Maybe I am… some cry
What is this game the twisted fame the glory and the blame 
As I travel down the lane I met shadows in “pooring” rain
The meekers, the weakers, the creepers, the weepers, the seeker… so many sleepers

From point A to point B from life to death and death to life I see so many strives
The poor wealthy ones… and the poor, poor homeless ones do wonder why I am mad
Then we have the so called enlighten ones hmm I think those are the one saying I am mad
The sheepeople key post is a noose a tight without a loose like a drill drilling for loots
So I question the objective of their strong the fundamentals and the evil of the God
In the whispers of men again they said I was mad a darkness of mood some say I’m rude
Some think I am cute a crazy youth now with greys now just an old coot wanting a salute

In the “pooring” rain as I travel down the lane I saw shadows riding a train
Their thoughts were the same in their haze they thought I was from outer space
Because I did not play their grace so many times I see the changing of their face
On the religious disguise some smile, some continue telling their side of the lie
Sometimes I wonder should I hide or pretend like I am blind just to save my time
In the “pooring” rain as I travel down the lane I met shadows on the train
The meekers, the weakers, the creepers, the weepers, the seeker… and so many sleepers

I hear voices saying I was insane, seek no glory and give no blame for life is all the same
Truly I laugh maybe I am insane… some cry, I ponder why the corruptions & the crimes
The bombings then sheepeoples die in the name of the most holy guy no matter the lies
The word Negro is not a crime… Great Negro was the name of the Ancient Divine Kinds
Kings & Queens those first Sovereign Beings all had black skin like we take a look to see
In this the patterns to be free lay not in governmental slavery or the churches briberies 
The hidden fact blackness is the key the sun rays shows the marks of our genetic ancestry

As I travel down the lane I met shadows in this “pooring” rain
The meekers, the weakers, the creepers, the weepers, the seeker… so many sleepers

Ashia:- Hotep
By [:Divine-Sovereign Great-Negro Ank Justice SteadySpear EI:]©®™
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