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There upon some vibrant dawn
The violent battle of two ethos rivets the cosmos
The heavens seem to be engulfed in flames
Consumed by the smoke of genocided ancestors
Just a mere stone’s throw away from where I was born
Upon the very flesh of Jah torn & tattered all about
I am Jah!
And you are not a monarch
You are a terrorist cell, against all humanity
We owe you nothing!
No one owes you
ANYTHING
Be Still! ! ! 3/13/15
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