Sounds very harsh but this is it on the table. Do not throw it away like the rest. Please. THe authority of Shakira is broken. Her medallion is fallen from the priest of Midian. Testify, o people, the right to anger, to dispossess a queen who will come to nought. I have seen it, her black medicine to request darkness rather than light. To pursue the steps of the race. Do not speak to me, says God. My will was perfect until you hated it and found no love in its homes. You clapped your hand against its posit and laid siege against its babies. Yet I will not level with you. I will do as you do. I will reveal your intensity to bury the voice of God in your shame. Do not bury me, says God. I am as a deer that panteth after water brooks. She lifts her head to kill the young and the old. In soul and in spirit, by the roadside crying hours are gone. Hours are gone. Stop skipping because hours are gone. I preach it. Listen to the hole that brings money and the hours will know some sort of authority. Do not fall, says your god but you will. My God says still you are a symbol prepared for the masters use. Love you loads, Innis.
Posted on: Thu, 28 Nov 2013 11:34:08 +0000
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