Paul, a prisoner of Jesus Christ, and Timothy our brother, unto Philemon our dearly beloved, and fellowlabourer,

2 And to our beloved Apphia, and Archippus our fellowsoldier, and to the church in thy house:

3 Grace to you, and peace, from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ.

4 I thank my God, making mention of thee always in my prayers,

5 Hearing of thy love and faith, which thou hast toward the Lord Jesus, and toward all saints;

6 That the communication of thy faith may become effectual by the acknowledging of every good thing which is in you in Christ Jesus.

7 For we have great joy and consolation in thy love, because the bowels of the saints are refreshed by thee, brother.

8 Wherefore, though I might be much bold in Christ to enjoin thee that which is convenient,

9 Yet for love's sake I rather beseech thee, being such an one as Paul the aged, and now also a prisoner of Jesus Christ.

10 I beseech thee for my son Onesimus, whom I have begotten in my bonds:

11 Which in time past was to thee unprofitable, but now profitable to thee and to me:

12 Whom I have sent again: thou therefore receive him, that is, mine own bowels:

13 Whom I would have retained with me, that in thy stead he might have ministered unto me in the bonds of the gospel:

14 But without thy mind would I do nothing; that thy benefit should not be as it were of necessity, but willingly.

15 For perhaps he therefore departed for a season, that thou shouldest receive him for ever;

16 Not now as a servant, but above a servant, a brother beloved, specially to me, but how much more unto thee, both in the flesh, and in the Lord?

17 If thou count me therefore a partner, receive him as myself.

18 If he hath wronged thee, or oweth thee ought, put that on mine account;

19 I Paul have written it with mine own hand, I will repay it: albeit I do not say to thee how thou owest unto me even thine own self besides.

20 Yea, brother, let me have joy of thee in the Lord: refresh my bowels in the Lord.

21 Having confidence in thy obedience I wrote unto thee, knowing that thou wilt also do more than I say.

22 But withal prepare me also a lodging: for I trust that through your prayers I shall be given unto you.

23 There salute thee Epaphras, my fellowprisoner in Christ Jesus;

24 Marcus, Aristarchus, Demas, Lucas, my fellowlabourers.

25 The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with your spirit. Amen.

It was pictured, timed and warnings of thousands years of death with no respect for boundaries and bonds.
They lived in houses on fire moving the red and black lights.
Yet for prey to devour colourless light flies.  
The calls came with no remorse he gave.

The invader! Is here never for invading terms.
When you eat your cakes and ask of it, who cares?
Our lessons learnt from building castles in the air.
Will always feel the touch of the drums by our hands.

Never a goal, when the critic is out of the game.
Never a goal when the critic is on the game.
Neo blackism is the only race birthing the true space.
Who's tomorrow when the droplets invade? Not Onesimus.

Guilty conscience fears its accusations.
Clear conscience fears not manner of time.
The test of time wins or fails.
The patriot never prolific seeks for some ***** in shame.

Holding all the systems down in trends.
Sounding the call of black death twice.
Recalling the failures of constant wars.
History never dies in tomorrows' night.

Your fears rising the curve.
Your plagues rising and falling.
Yet the hunter gatherers became scientist in one million ways.
I'll rain and shine hot for your faith's fate.


As old as the spears of the hunter gatherers men.
Saw the evolution of western boys.
I came, I saw and Conquered with friends.
With greed and desperation , we all lived in fears.