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Mar 2019
Heavy BLACK
A veil harder than diamond
Similar to space that covers the earth
Morbid black
Elusive like a snake
It’s like quicksand a tiring escape
Attached like hemoglobin we pulsate

I heard talk of the one like The Son of man
They say he is GOOD but not safe

They say His sword never fails
Unsheathed it sounds like hell
The sound will blur your vision
And his steps will make you stumble
Hands on gravel
The earth agrees
It’ll support our descend
The crows cawing louder than your screams
A ****** of them form a man-like being with an opening
Here is your gate and his sword will spill the key
Therefore this wielder always was able to set free!

But not those who ignore and or approve the caw
accepting that BLACK has a place in and with us all
Written by
Desmond Baker  M
(M)   
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