Africa's quiet laughter

Man has expanded from Africa; and man is filled with quiet laughter;

Shatters into fragments while Babylon takes stabs at the gift.

Ancient spirits are lifted into the existence of the all wise master.

Faster and faster the earth heads for her disaster.

The earth, mother earth; the dust off our birth she was first.

Then came the thirst for more, not one door was left open for

Babylon that wicked whore.To Zion we March; this life is just the start of the way east; to the plane that are filled with blue palm trees.

A place were green leaves speaks and sings sounds soon spin in and out of existence.

Catching fire make them beg for repentance.

The gospel from Sumerian wise men has been written; we are forgiven.

Back to Eden; stepping over heathens, credence and obedience: 

to the flame is what must be maintained; starting with your brain

The remains of Yeshua; the all knower the soul grower the lion that sought

Me...me it got no lower; but the beholder wanted me to be a shower

Of a you reap what you sower is all I knower.So I show her; with all I am that I am a man;I am the man, because: for what I stand is grand I am one of the lights on the golden lampstands of sacred oil that reek of incense the essence of greatness.

Statements of wisdom and patience have been whispered into the ears of Ezra.

Confessions of blackness black heads walking with the dead authentic no replicas.

The republic of justice; it is just us. 

Diffrent shades of Africa's Asians Hispanic white,

in his way of life we are but grass blades.

Blowing from exodus to exodus;refocused on the the way.

Stayed true to two: me and Africa man has expanded from Africa,

And man is filed with quiet laughter.

Black Hemmingway 2014©