September 30, 2025

Black Power's Crucifix

Indeed enlightened 
Are the causes of the night
I uncovered possible causes
Of death
From the crucifix of Christ 
Lay the power of Sheol
For through that wedge
Stand the angels and spirits 
Of death and darkness 


Transform my understanding 
How we die beyond natural courses
Hail spiritual course in this crucifix
As the harbinger of death and darkness 
Christ wields death as the ultimate end of
Every elongated nature including earthlings 

The darkest forest strip medulla of its sedate powers
At forty years of age and beyond 
Medulla is turned into stenches of stinkpot
Murky dirts of toilets and excreta
Wobbling the spirit of Christ and siblings 

Behold how the inner stinks of medula
Beyond ethereal stench was catalyst to the death of the homosapiens 
Still not knowing their plight flock holy houses 
In the growling and raving of desperate supplicators to no avail 


No resolution ever undertaken beyond the magnificent unveils unbundled by blackoower's refrain 
Since the nocturnal expedition of his spirit spine toggling traverse 
Unveiled the fragile secrets

The bitter end goes up in smoke
Unless black power is worshiped
Stinkpot and ejectamenta outpourings 
Flung into demise of hapless mortals 
May persist

Behold Christ crucifix today reverts the emotive dungeon into
Black Power's Crucifix.


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