By The Van

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In these moments of
Little deaths – overtaken
By the perilous self.

I am inaugurated
Elected to the priesthood

The high class of
Fallen brothers

Those sheltered in
The darkness

Those clustered in
The cold

HAunted by the darkness
Heaven is departing
Oh yellow seeds of gold

Angel whispers crying
Tears of laughter dying
Bound hands untying

Wilted weathers of the stone
Vapor runs in condensation
As the harvest never fails

There is silence in the forest

No one here to hear me wail
Irreverent decompensation
Tilted feathers on my bones

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Musical Multi-Media, Guru-GrandMaster, Hakeem Alexander is Exercising Your Mind towards Universal Harmony and Spiritual Wisdom through Healthy Living and Self-Defense.

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