Tools of War

'Once ALLAH has spoken; Twice I have heard this: That power belongs to ALLAH.' -Ps 62:11

Now from the power of the heavens comes the calling. The calling from the powers from upon high. The voices that come and penetrate my soul. The voices that come and penetrate my will. The magic comes and soothes me, My Father's words comes and comforts me. TAKE MY WORDS AS TOOLS OF WAR AND COMBINE THEM WITH SKILL! May the Lord have mercy on my soul. May the Lord hve mercy on the souls of the victims. My wrath is uncontrolled guided by rage. As blood flows, ink sinks deeper within the written page. I feel for the youth of today if this wrath and rage is unleashed. It has been said: " Niggas bleed just like us, we bound to go toe to toe cause for one of ya'll ain't even in my protocal." Me feel fe dem We make dem cry fe dem. As blood boils and churns, My wish for higher knowledge burns. We take time as gods take breaths, which one are you? Gods or we?! Now from the power of the heavens comes the calling. The calling from the powers from upon high. The magic comes and soothes me. My Father's words comes and comforts me. TAKE MY WORDS AS TOOLS OF WAR AND COMBINE THEM WITH SKILL! Fear the Lord thy God first, the rest place themselves at will. 'Isaam

Mon, 26 Feb 2007

O. Jameison