In an ocean, a great tribe of Africa remains----spake, and said to me this:
Thus is the rain from Afrika, reign to you now, it is Pacific, yet in our culture before we
all had rain. The Light. HE, you say to me. Call HIM to your ears your spirits, fearful, speak here:
KANE
He was a great tribesman, we see: a light of god before true became the world, before true became the
sound for all of our ears to hear as we delved into the land, twice the ocean to see:
Thus, he spake then: Bleak, to you, but the utteral sound of a goat, kao to you again, but to us, Bleat
Cow. Two sounds mean no same one thought for us all no longer, you, say HE to me BACK.
It argues, but not with nor of logic, LOGOS was a means to determine who it was OF US, who spake.
PATHOS was a Cretean Ship. ETHOS was a light.
Or was it? Is what we whom live see when we divine, at times the muddled controversy lacks a clarity of thought. What you should call ascension, is just a blending of minds: God no more, light corrupted, by the passage of man's will again, against the NILE to take forth food from the grounds of the Earth where no one will pay the Earth WHAT WILL REMAIN?
What about sunrise? What about rain? ----download EARTHsong by Michael Jackson and terrify your soul as the sound of HIS voice ricochets against the DAWN again, MAN! The trees felled, the fires burning, and the EARTH YOU SAY SPINS, SPINS OUT OF CONTROL.
They are amongst us, to free the slaves from America----to give them a home in the light, and to seek their soul in purity once more.
Michael Jackson, in persona, came to me in the middle of the song, a light within the might of the song of your souls America. Like we two, my father and I, caught between a world of black and white and MAGIC, the sound daddy makes in America to see. SHAME
His face, painted in the video
Crying out to HIS father
saying ---LOOK at me
I am white now
THEY make me believe
"What about us?"
He sings as he sings, feeling his soul, speaking tongues of worship amongst unbelief
Dancing, as HE does
SINGING, as THEY do
Praying, as he cries to the audience, viewers----those who see?
Do you see prophecy?
He gave his life to Jehova
And became a prophet amongst movies
repeat the film, now----isn't it?
It's what you said Jehova believes
Is it true for the greatest souls of the earth?
Those who saved the damned?
Those who would plant, fields
Raise, Praise and Proclaim amongst man
Man of the Earth
Why do you forget me, your brother?
THE Great Pacific Ocean is in Danger
Thus is the rain from Afrika, reign to you now, it is Pacific, yet in our culture before we
all had rain. The Light. HE, you say to me. Call HIM to your ears your spirits, fearful, speak here:
KANE
He was a great tribesman, we see: a light of god before true became the world, before true became the
sound for all of our ears to hear as we delved into the land, twice the ocean to see:
Thus, he spake then: Bleak, to you, but the utteral sound of a goat, kao to you again, but to us, Bleat
Cow. Two sounds mean no same one thought for us all no longer, you, say HE to me BACK.
It argues, but not with nor of logic, LOGOS was a means to determine who it was OF US, who spake.
PATHOS was a Cretean Ship. ETHOS was a light.
Or was it? Is what we whom live see when we divine, at times the muddled controversy lacks a clarity of thought. What you should call ascension, is just a blending of minds: God no more, light corrupted, by the passage of man's will again, against the NILE to take forth food from the grounds of the Earth where no one will pay the Earth WHAT WILL REMAIN?
What about sunrise? What about rain? ----download EARTHsong by Michael Jackson and terrify your soul as the sound of HIS voice ricochets against the DAWN again, MAN! The trees felled, the fires burning, and the EARTH YOU SAY SPINS, SPINS OUT OF CONTROL.
They are amongst us, to free the slaves from America----to give them a home in the light, and to seek their soul in purity once more.
Michael Jackson, in persona, came to me in the middle of the song, a light within the might of the song of your souls America. Like we two, my father and I, caught between a world of black and white and MAGIC, the sound daddy makes in America to see. SHAME
His face, painted in the video
Crying out to HIS father
saying ---LOOK at me
I am white now
THEY make me believe
"What about us?"
He sings as he sings, feeling his soul, speaking tongues of worship amongst unbelief
Dancing, as HE does
SINGING, as THEY do
Praying, as he cries to the audience, viewers----those who see?
Do you see prophecy?
He gave his life to Jehova
And became a prophet amongst movies
repeat the film, now----isn't it?
It's what you said Jehova believes
Is it true for the greatest souls of the earth?
Those who saved the damned?
Those who would plant, fields
Raise, Praise and Proclaim amongst man
Man of the Earth
Why do you forget me, your brother?
THE Great Pacific Ocean is in Danger
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