I am but a pen in the hands of my Maker.
Aaaaaaah! ! !
Were the screams of my labouring mother
Even in the presence of consolation and encouragement
Her problems remained dormant like a rural settlement
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Wake up you sinful world
Hearken this day to my word
For you have forsaken the commandments of the Lord
And have become an unholy people in the sight of God
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I have an addiction
Existing without my permission
Endangering me to constant depression
Leading me to utmost destruction
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Black is beautiful,
just like the stars.
Black is not a fool,
don't leave us with scars.
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