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My precious, precious man born with a natural tan of honey and ebony mixed
together.
Kings from long ago, come so far from your Throne fighting hard to get back
but some too westernised to even realise that you are naturally born of a powerful
woman who was hypnotised under God's command, so she could give birth to you.
Without the pain, you who are so naturally gifted spiritually and mentally,
came through a powerful tunnel.
Show the glory, look through your spiritual eyes and see you can rule the world
again without the violence of the western man, or the blindness that lifts his
hand physically, rule with your spiritual hand and tongue for it was with word
that this world began.
It wasn't the sin that killed Satan it was the lack of trust in the Almighty
God our creator.