In Order To Rule One Must Serve

In order to rule one must serve, there will be know king,
If there is no palace, so who is man who sits upon
the thrown that has know servants of his own.
If there is know nest the Queen shall dye.
Let not the fantasy of conscious make its own rules.
To rule one must have served. This mind, through endless pain; without heritage, has never varied. It has never redirected its future; and darken the sources of any hope of survival, it refuses to live, lived or died, sight or darkness, decreased nevertheless shall it excreted; Infinity resurrection of the mind, good or evil, nevertheless, the past; reality are denial, Womb man, Man manifestation of God’s orders to live, and to dye, under the laws written upon the script, the laws of life.

It's not male or female; The righteous is the destruction of a mask less tribe. The layman, the devil, the lawyer the dealer, the doctor, the mogul, the spirit, the devils rejoice; the sea’s that cry, the rivers that pour blood, the babies that are washed away, and the clad braces that holds the body, within the harden clay, as the rivers sing, and the spirits cry from beyond the grave; and the clouds cry blood, save the babies let not my death be in vain.
The rivers, continue to flow and the drums beat upon the cloud, and the voices cry from beyond the cloud; save my babies oh dear lord, and man turns his head away, and the thunders beyond the earth, and the spirits pull the children from the moving waves, and the ancestors cry, freedom, freedom, oh dear God, freedom, my babies are swallowed without a saving hand, oh give me back my torch, It doesn't appear my blood, has a mind of its on, the holy places upon the land has went to hell, the elders who live upon the prisons, there knowledge has become non envois, oh dear lord the devil who sits upon the earth, as the spirit gathers together, the spirit has no form, oh thy God, we the ancestral of your tribes, give me the wind to blow my children to the other side,
War I declare upon my tribe, treason by there own right hands, a thirsting for knowledge my children cry upon the land, The voices and instructions was given when you cross the other side, I have taken your pain to bring you to the other side, oh thy children of the earth. I shall never find peace until you be the leaders of a generation, which you close your eyes, I cry beyond the grave, that you are summons to bring my roots across to another world. The slave master has implanted the seed much to deep, murder of self, and the murder of the inheritance the black genes.