Revolutions are being born all around us.
This new generation of the Divine can no longer stomach the stale & abject taste of the system they force upon us. They dress the rancid flavor in the material, in false ideas of success, of a happiness they claim can only be found outside of us.
WE ARE UNSATISFIED WITH THIS LIE THEY CALL NOURISHMENT.
Some of us would rather starve, would rather die & return to our maker than subject ourselves & our freedom to this modern prison system.
The truth is written clearly in the prophecies of every religion. Your Bible's speak these truth's. The Revelations speak of your present destruction. The answers are right in front of you, inside you, behind you, above you, beneath you.
The answer IS you.
Know yourself.
Tap into the Hive Mind.
Or continue in your life of death.
Your choice.
WE ARE UNSATISFIED WITH THIS LIE THEY CALL NOURISHMENT.
Some of us would rather starve, would rather die & return to our maker than subject ourselves & our freedom to this modern prison system.
They enslave our hearts, minds, body & potential.
With their limitations, with their arrogant pride.
Individualism promoted for the cause of capitalism. We play with our toys, we equate them to life. We forget this is all puppetry, we think money equal to the bliss of true existence. We think we can purchase with our imaginary system of currency the true gift that we were born with. We worship the tools we have made with our own hands.
We forget the Universal.
& we call our amnesia "Truth". We wear our cowardice with pride, calling it intelligence. We feed into the lie, we grow fat off of it. We die. Over & over again, wandering through the wasteland like the Israeli ancestors who wandered blindly for many decades because they forgot the true covenant they made with their Maker. Our hearts, our souls, wander & wander. Never satisfied, never fed. Always seeking "a little more". Our comfort is deception. Our "joy" an illusion. If it is not born within the fire that burns in you, the fire that warms your blood, it is false & you have been enslaved.
Babylon drinks your blood from her bejewelled goblet & you freely, hungrily bleed out for her, for a touch of her riches, a taste of her apparent wealth.
But the fool lights the fire wherein one day he must burn.
& burn you shall along with her.
You claim you fear death & I simply laugh at your misconception.
My brother, my sister, you are already dead.
Your tombstone is encrusted with diamonds & rubies, but what good is a Range when it's time to go home? These things you claim you "need", that are not natural to your Spirit shackle you to the destruction of this earth.
You cannot recognise nor feel the heavy weight you have borne upon yourself & your future.
You live in hell & wilfully ignore the burning & festering skin that decorates your Temple as a result. You dress it up in jewels, your swag, your wealth, your technology, your cars, your weaves, your bitches, your niggas, your hoes.
You fear freedom.
You'd rather suffer.
To each his own I say.
I only ask that you don't expect me to do the same.
I am not among.
I am not like you.
My family, my ancestry, what Allah has revealed to me about the many planes of this existence disenables me from investing in this fuckery.
Rebel I must.
Revolt I must.
Fight for every division of freedom I feel the need to.
I must.
As Mr. Lamar says I'm in the dead fucking centre looking around.
I spent 21 years searching for answers until I realised that it cannot be found outside of me, that every answer I shall ever need lies beneath my epidermis.
As does my God.
My soul.
My Truth.
No, they can't control us.
Individualism promoted for the cause of capitalism. We play with our toys, we equate them to life. We forget this is all puppetry, we think money equal to the bliss of true existence. We think we can purchase with our imaginary system of currency the true gift that we were born with. We worship the tools we have made with our own hands.
We forget the Universal.
& we call our amnesia "Truth". We wear our cowardice with pride, calling it intelligence. We feed into the lie, we grow fat off of it. We die. Over & over again, wandering through the wasteland like the Israeli ancestors who wandered blindly for many decades because they forgot the true covenant they made with their Maker. Our hearts, our souls, wander & wander. Never satisfied, never fed. Always seeking "a little more". Our comfort is deception. Our "joy" an illusion. If it is not born within the fire that burns in you, the fire that warms your blood, it is false & you have been enslaved.
Babylon drinks your blood from her bejewelled goblet & you freely, hungrily bleed out for her, for a touch of her riches, a taste of her apparent wealth.
But the fool lights the fire wherein one day he must burn.
& burn you shall along with her.
You claim you fear death & I simply laugh at your misconception.
My brother, my sister, you are already dead.
Your tombstone is encrusted with diamonds & rubies, but what good is a Range when it's time to go home? These things you claim you "need", that are not natural to your Spirit shackle you to the destruction of this earth.
You cannot recognise nor feel the heavy weight you have borne upon yourself & your future.
You live in hell & wilfully ignore the burning & festering skin that decorates your Temple as a result. You dress it up in jewels, your swag, your wealth, your technology, your cars, your weaves, your bitches, your niggas, your hoes.
You fear freedom.
You'd rather suffer.
To each his own I say.
I only ask that you don't expect me to do the same.
I am not among.
I am not like you.
My family, my ancestry, what Allah has revealed to me about the many planes of this existence disenables me from investing in this fuckery.
Rebel I must.
Revolt I must.
Fight for every division of freedom I feel the need to.
I must.
As Mr. Lamar says I'm in the dead fucking centre looking around.
I spent 21 years searching for answers until I realised that it cannot be found outside of me, that every answer I shall ever need lies beneath my epidermis.
As does my God.
My soul.
My Truth.
No, they can't control us.
The truth is written clearly in the prophecies of every religion. Your Bible's speak these truth's. The Revelations speak of your present destruction. The answers are right in front of you, inside you, behind you, above you, beneath you.
The answer IS you.
Know yourself.
Tap into the Hive Mind.
Or continue in your life of death.
Your choice.
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