To the God's hooked on holographic revelations of other realms and worlds but when its about us they fail to see it, mention it and do anything about it, they allow it, yet they act as judges, even if they were why does their collective network all think the same and are plugged into it. If that is normal then its not, if we are meant to remember past lives of others, and they can't remember ours then something is wrong in all cases. #Gods#believe#angels#Matrix#conspiracy#heaven#endofdays#endtimes#memes #
You may write me down in history
With your bitter,twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still ,like dust, I’ll rise
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes singing high,
Still I rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops
Weakened by my soulful cries?
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I got gold mines
Digging in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words
You may cut me with your eyes
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still ,like air,I’ll rise
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs.
Out of the huts of history’s shame
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I’m a black ocean,leaping and wide.
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
Bringing the gift that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.