The Dividing Line

The smoking of the spirit
flames burn within,
embracing each breath.
pain which hides from the soul
the center of earth, the sounds of conscious,
hides behind reality, denial that sing
social paths of destruction's.
Fighting the battle with decisions
Fears of self that blinds any hope of recovery
prisons that cry for release,

I wake a fell of dark. the words of the almighty God equally yoke subsides before mans laws.
In the blue prints of survival only wisdom shall prevail over the unjust, to justify ones claim, one must know who it arrives from, but yet there shall be conscious of the darken rules, the suggestions of supremacy shall not over rule, if man proclaims he is the power of solutions, the oppress shall rise upon its constitution of freedom, there is no division in the house of the almighty laws, so who so ever feels the hostility of human devastation shall render in the house of unity, truth shall prevail that the laws of God shall not be changed, in this house of visual discrimination, power that predicts know claim, only if the weak that follows the rules of the insane, measurements of power, cannot be measured when it was written in the house of de' almighty who sets the laws of diversity.
Oh the hidden sources of denial, that refuses to release, the pain of suggestions, enforcing darkness, and murder that lings for the soul, fighting this darkness, that never release, the only power to break the chains, is the almighty God and the savior,
the submerging houses of safe.

Knowledge to conquer, wisdom to Understand, unity with self r
aging the concepts of bars. Within these prisons there is no release.
Like a schizophrenic the script continues to turn
Lonely that creeps in without rehearsal the mind
creates its own. Solitude that hide, Within these walls
A chain that eats the source of mind, old souls that lives within the veins, pain that screams I am the master of mind.
The dividing line that separates the warriors, from the passive, and the man from the women, the good and the evil, the mother and the father, the children and the family if you divide the line, the seams cannot be patch, unless it comes from the original cloth, if one tries the cloth will have no design of its making, if you separate the soldiers from the captain, how can you lead the war, If you separate the women from the men? How can you rear great seeds? The dividing line cannot be healed, if you separate good from evil, the branches shall welter, and the g good shall prosper, the dividing line.

There's a dividing line, call it what you may,
it continues to sabotages as the addiction to power; continues to display the in ability of man, to earn its merit, without stealing from the base which it has been earned. Without memory of the past to present, One will not be able to relate new experiences to ours executing
Stores of knowledge, there would be no sense of identity, no history, no civilization of who we are. The hypnotic transformation of the bionic slave; The three stages of conformity to self; To understand memory we must also come to terms with forgetting, why some of the information that we once knew Is no longer available to us. Many of the answers to questions about, Remembering and forgetting who we are Un relying memory of our

Ancestors and the struggles and the lives they have given. To break the curse of the slave syndromes a black state Of mind, The seed you sow is the seed you know; Actions speak louder than words. It is not what you say, But what you due. Is what I see in you; You can not dig it up, Your roots are what I see; Your reactions to what I see ; Death is death upon the rotten roots. There is no longer a spirit. Assimilation is a word, of action. Mission upon the land of the lost; Path of assimilation Voices cry from beyond. I am not dead, Death of a Soul within its roots.
Control through the psychotic Fraud state of mind. Hypnosis and pain control inflicted within the circle Of a culture what we learn, what we think, what we think, The future will bring, under a hypnotic state of mind.
There's a dividing line, call it what you may,
It separates the whites from the blacks each day.
Nature made no passing, shadowy blunder
when by race different people set asunder.
You may try to patch a broken fence between,
But one oneness of aim shall ever be seen;
For peace and happiness, it is the best,
To group them nationally, one from the rest.
Angels are separated by groups and files,
Not because of superiority in life
But to maintain heavenly rule and order
As desired by the Great, Holy Father.
So in this physical, material life
We are thus separated to prevent strife;
Not because we are better than the other,
But for the sake of others not to bother.
To obey this human rule, shall reduce this pain that alters the mind of the lost, dignity stands before death,

Justice should be for everyone we meet,
charity and fellowship should start home which we shall meet in this obstacle of earth. This would make a better and happier world Man must identify with self, before he can understand the term equally yoke