The eternal council A group of black disciples All knowing This is why they keep going Determined and outfit It’s a common gift For the people of this cycle Inter-dimensional at a angle They see all, They know all This is why they can’t fall Always been a part, Always burdened from the start Celestial glimpses as a art Frequency is the common key And this is what they teach Where the opposed are the decreased No matter any battle or uncommon disciple They know whats coming: It’s reliable Their purpose lacks evil, its all for the people And any corruption or stolen melanin Cannot deprive the win from this powerful council It’s in the nature, it’s a seal in the paper It’s upon the bark of the brazen tree Where all the demons flee, where the gifted get their energy Like the hieroglyphs upon the source Prepared within the proper course It’s the preachings upon the stars Pointing clues at who the true gods really are Like the truth shown in specs of media The proof of the visible dominator's And the majority doesn’t even know her Just stuck within the grasps of one giant needle Preventing the truth from being see-able And yet we’re suffocating in the air we call breath-able And each day as we unknowingly sin The real pain doesn’t even start to begin From the start, they tried to peel us apart Good from evil, evil from people But the sad truth is: it’s non-separating It’s like we’re all bathing in this sad little craving Of the idea of the “powered” all behaving Thats why they’re sad, they can’t help us Because they think saving humanity is a must This council, this group of black disciples Does know what happens, while the real ancestors are laughing Another great reason to be a part of this eternal council.