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De’ Litigations
I was deprived of myself
of my own body, soul, and spirit, and I am free only because I succeeded in escaping the clutches of the man who claimed me
as his property, within the darkness of his adventures, the light appeared upon my face, Remembering the words of the almighty
no weapons shall form against you, through my thermals and extensions of un reprisal detention, I reclaim my self from the
singulars of destruction, made my escape into emancipation, a free state, and it is a pleasing coincidence the survival of
the land call beast anthology, I stood at the walls of reimbursement, in the Royal Chambers of deliverance, in the stroll
of emancipation of inheritances, yet I sing not the song of slavery, I was never a slave, I was emancipated through my mothers
womb, and injected by my fathers seed call roots, and combining my historical roots, my brothers for life, stood upon the
Calvary as the black rivers that poured in my sanctuary, succeeded by the voices that was branded within my soul, to un fold
the hidden secretes of my people, who sat at the majesty stool, of great maestro, implemented and ordained by the Almighty
one God, the precious Jewel, The almighty one God who rules.
The excitement that lingered within my space of time,
when the celestials light beamed upon my eyes, and a voice appeared upon the light, you never were a slave, as the contentment
continue to un-fold, and the voices continued to mold, the frame of a dead soul, came back to life, at last increased so much
that it was thought better for me to release the rusted due upon my hand, and upon my feet, get out of the way, the darkness
resolves upon thy eyes, and the body took own a new form, under the hypnotic strain of plagues that centers the inner soul
of de’ man, the master demon, might use some strategies to get me back into his clutches. I am here then in order to
avoid the scent of the bloodhounds of Satan, spreading light on the subject, slave inducement, the mentality of slave system.
There is nothing slavery dislikes so much as the light. It is a gigantic system of iniquity who continues to breed from the
blood stream, and their shell be know anecdotes, the only anecdotes to succeed the power of its toxins, is the Almighty God
of Love, The Son of darkness that feeds and lives in darkness, and, like a tree with its roots turned to the sun, it perishes
when exposed to the light.
I shall sing no glory to the serpent in the name of master; Un controlling inferno’s
is allowed by law to hold his slave; as his possession and property, indoctrinating a man, that is held in capture of his
own assisted death, like a moderate case of retardation, inclusion and sanctions by the darkness of thought, which means the
right of one man to hold property in his fellow. The master can buy, sell, his slave as well as any other property; he shall
decide what the poor slave is to eat, what he is to drink, where and when he shall speak. He also decides for his affections,
when and whom he is to marry, and, what is more enormous, how long that marriage covenant is to endure; abandon his roots
of self; The slaveholder exercises the bloody power of tearing conformity those whom God has joined together of separating
husband from wife, parent from child, and of leaving the house of love, vacant, and the heart desolate.
I want
to awaken the slaveholder to a sense of the iniquity of his position, and to draw him from his nefarious habits of breeding.
to encircle Black Conciseness of African American with a sedentary of Anti-slavery fire, that will reflect light upon the
darkness of institutions, and alarm their guilty upholders, The artistic inception of the oppositions of recovery, defining
dignity upon death,
Our primary objective has been the resurrection.
The subscriptions of various
Master litigations
in position to a world, that continues to accept the misleading and un factual concepts of freedom, upon the free,
Accessorial
obligations to the constitution that was shed in the warriors of emancipation, blood that continues to flow upon the rivers
of black ropes, to celebrate and exhibit the experience an original African American scripts of scholar logy , under the emancipations
of freedom
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