as an Infant,
I had an objective, a mission
from the Spirit world

And I was highly cherish’d
from birth to death, but now
The Enemy of The State of Insanity
has attempted to strip my rites
from core of my Incarnated Soul;
amputating humanity from my Culture,
practicing only the things we recall

As a tribe
we were taught discipline,
but when Character was put in chains,
we learned to distrust one another,
hate one another, act like beasts
who bear animalistic hostilities
and lusts, as opposed to the Harmony
of our Ancestral linkage

but the Drinkers of diamond blood
wrapp'd our brains in chains, based on
the conterfeit customs
that were not of our own making
nor our choosing

your ritual is a twisted path
of sacriledge instead of
cultivating seeds of life

the wisdom of
adulthood of the Ages
is choked by the corpuscles
that layer the ground of
desecrated graves. . .

why should we mimic
the delirious aliens
who have no appreciation
for a system that takes pride
in protecting us from being
stolen away from our moral greatness

squashing our dignity
transforming our minds
with immoral greed,
and baptizing us in dirty water,
a pool of taboos,
coming up as wet fools?

and so now let our mission be one
to re-shape the twisted focus,
to reenergize the comatose,
to re-engage in the keeping
Of traditions that define the
God in you and me,
and the destiny of our
untouch'd virgin name.

© 2004 by cynth'ya lewis reed.
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