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Power is the ability to mold reality. [ Black Male, 30, Scientifically Spiritual]

 
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Look, I know thing have been different for you. I not only write these words to you my wives[in all space and times] but also to the fruit[ children] that have and will bear, to those that know as I know.  

In order to build one must first destroy.

All things begin in the mind. All things are live there, all things die there. Your space,  that which you can perceive is your mind.

My post is your post. Delivered straight from the mind.  

Eh... was gonna write a whole introduction here however something just came up, literally, lol.  

So, I'll just leave this here along with a poem i wrote sometime last week.

Look I'm different. Keep doing the same thing and you're going to keep getting the same results. That's literally the definition of insanity. Try me, let me lead and follow suit. I got you.

Monolithic  pieces of a shattered heart. Cast across barren earths.


I be reason to the wisdom. That one in a million. Living word. What I speak. Is what you heard.  


Right before your face I make the impossible, possible in you.


Here's the glue. I got a lot of wounds and I need queens to nourish them.
All seeing overseer, I be the eye  that makes "all" paths clear.


 Bless the gods and your enemies get the wrath.  Heaven bound,  7 trumpets sound, when I breech the firmament.


Dark energy to dark Matter.  Alone I composed  thought and call it improvsison.


I split the act of making decisions.


Prisms of hot ice imprisons light.


My fruit be the labor of my labors.


Full of pain to the mortals but the goddesses get the bliss.

Here's the jist.

Creation of nation birthers.---

Polygamous and black I am.

 
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