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    Poetry: The blinded ones
    Posted on Monday, August 14 @ 21:24:24 UTC by admin

    Dread By Eja
    RastafariSpeaks Message Board

    In all things
    transformation is enhanced
    by the light of the Sun
    In things that are alive
    growth and health
    is promoted
    by the light of the Sun
    In things that are dead
    the multiplication
    of organisms
    that live off dead matter

    From this aspect
    from this cycle
    of nature
    comes the explanation
    of why some souls
    exposed to the truth
    instead of flourishing
    towards positivity
    become more fervent
    in thier decadence
    become more determined
    in the pursuit
    of evil conclusions.
    The revealations
    the righteous signs
    that were meant to speed
    the evolution of spirits
    to a higher level
    are misconstrued
    in order that they may justify
    thier ugly actions.

    when they are done
    stomachs full
    tight and rumbling
    from the bitter fruits
    of thier labours
    pain-filled eyes dart around
    looking for who to blame.

    as in the past
    night did not fall
    before those who followed
    blind pathfinders
    up a mountain
    realised thier error

    the survivors will not learn

    They do not ask
    the midget
    why he has picked up
    a giant's load
    They do not ask
    the hypocrite
    why he took up
    what was beyond his strength
    with such a hearty shout and
    they will not blame themselves
    who have accepted
    in the shadows
    goods that they know
    are stolen.

    they will blame the load
    for being too heavy
    they will blame the things
    they stole
    for being too attractive.

    "You rebelled against the seasons
    You rejected the cycle
    of plant and harvest
    In the course of your rebellion
    you decapitated the highest mountains
    dug out the hearts
    of sacred valleys
    and buried your abominations
    in the source of a mighty river.

    You placed the 'treasures'
    you wrenched
    from the Earth
    in your castles of sand and
    from the heights
    of your assumed power
    you dole out to each
    according to status
    against the rules of nature."

    "Lean on this"
    they say
    "And watch your pain dissipate
    in the fumes"

    Green fire
    fanned by tubecular breath
    Brings to life a vision


    In this town
    the streets are well lighted
    But the spirits of the ones
    Who walk the paths
    Are inpenetrable

    This is the night land
    Here fear equals power
    And justice knows it's low place
    In the heirachy

    Warriors with knuckles
    of steel
    Gather by monuments
    of suppurating flesh
    And command thier god
    "Justify our sins!"

    The gateway to a place
    of sanctuary
    The warriors stand guard
    But they will not prevent entry
    Because they know
    One must be insane
    To seek sanctuary
    In a place whose entrance
    After you step inside

    They stand guard
    Because it was prophesised
    That one day
    a way out will manifest
    To the insane legions
    Who once sought sanctuary
    In this place

    From that day on
    The prophecy said
    The insane will outnumber
    the sane

    The world will be turned
    Upside down

    Chosen warriors stand guard
    Men with a bottomless appetite
    For slaughter
    Because on that day
    when hell vomits
    That day
    The ones who will stem the flood
    Must be ones who can drink
    an ocean of blood

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