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literary offering IT IS breathing IT IS alive capturing those souls �who still dance the jigaboo for Shango. IT IS alive for those ����souls who still listen for the whispers of The Feathered Serpent speaking ��������� ��of sacrifices, offerings that hail in the sky like lonesome clouds searching for the deprived ����land. bringing liquid to life IT IS IT IS breathing in the hearts of them bruised backs that carry the burdens of the cross strapped around their chest. short of breath IS IT the moment before ����death ����or life that lifts the eyes on mornings where glass windowpanes insane try to stop the illuminating rays? IS IT..... them city sounds beating down on these buried southern plantations time wastin' mind the overseers still causing the crimes that they are calling and in two seconds flat for them souls dancing for Shango for them souls that yearn to hear the whispers spoken into the ears of men and Jinn. Copyright�2000 by Ciko Inc. All rights reserved |
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