Black is Beautiful Black is
Gold
Black is greatest unsolved
unsung
Mystery every told none could
hold
The Black Man and woman's
stroll
Takin' a toll on our black
soul
Form a worm and black.
Hole
To awaken the dead conscious of
The black
mold
Soon to be chipped off and shipped off
Into the
universe
Re-crown my Saturn
rings
So the goetias
Can sing and invoke my lost dead siblings
And give a sensation that's
tingaling
Spiritual rising far from just a mutual
Feeling