Beneath my footsteps and above my boodle,
Transient days flee and they mock the sanity of their times
How can they be freemen when free will
Was slained long ago
Expelled like fugitive from the freed
Behold frequencies of slavish will
Promotes the apocalypse of the freewill
That freewill may thrive in the land of the free
Not in the slavetown where mammoth hibernate in slavery
That freewill may thrive in the free-range of free soil
And thereafter Armageddon says "freedom to all nymphs"
And almost all mortals are nymphs
Beyond the accolades of black power's genealogy
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