Champion poem (continued)

I place all hope in Christ

But I can no longer cope

With the political hypocrisy

Listen we are all soldiers on a mission, but is your vision Divine or are you aligned with this system

Do you choose to lift the plight off the victim

Or do you refuse to fight the strife caused fromPoverty?

My apologies to the youth

Who are trying to decipher the truth

In this repugnant republic

And broke democracy

Most of your leaders are puppets

What they propagate is a joke

They promote the vote for the monopoly

But you belong to perfection

Truth used to receive such a warm reception

Now it’s getting colder

You gotta be in tune to receive HIS direction

Yes I’m a soldier Who’s probably been inconsistent Sometimes I lack faith

But I learn patience from the pain When I loose

I gained a lot of jewel’s now that I’m older…

Champion Rebirth of a warrior ~ poem

…may the scriptures be the adventure

That you so courageously explore

I know the weight of the burden

That is on top of you

But no obstacle is impossible

Although the enemy would convince you

That success is improbable

But Congratulations

For you are blessed victory is quite literally

already yours He’s just the master of manipulation

He wants to confine your dreams see How he uses exaggeration

Your destined to design dynasties

Called to create civilizations

We were told we are insane

Not for our capacity to cope

But for how we so desperately clung to the

Hope of the believer

We overcame the tragedy and vicious treachery

Of the overseer

And you still want More of a explanation

Of why when our cry’s for justice were made quiet

We lit fires at riots

Like night vigils

Sung Hebrew spirituals as lamentations…

Love Bleeds Freedom

I pledge allegiance to love as an institution

Faith is the foundation

HIS WORD is the constitution

hope is the implication of every word spoke

I hope it breaks you free from your limitation

to break free is liberation from that dark bondage

Truth is the key to unlock the cycle to

and reunite you with the promise

I pray HIS spirit merge with each lyric and every word

for the truest inspiration

I present this poem from the deepest parts of my heart, honest,and with all due respect I detect issues in you that developed into habits like heavy baggage that keeps you moving backwards replaying yesterdays most tragic situations

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the Gospel~new poem

perhaps the purpose of a poet

is to produce proverbs

articulate how the adversary

can manipulate our iniquity

I beseech the eternal

my belief is a portal I speak as a mortal

but these are the Most High Words

I educate on inspiration

to elevate us into victory

with the wisdom of a griot

the vision of the indigenous

to see how a bitter root can make the tree rot

laying aside all bitterness

giving honor to the HaMessiach

laying to rest all oppressive viciousness

from our captors schemas

because revenge is an inferior vision

listen

I overcame the religion of imperialism

to live out the fullest extent of my dreams

yes, colonialism first sent the missionaries than they sent the ships

epistles preached with censorship

become missiles of deceit that rip through black tissue causing grief

early Christendom was hostile to the black family

with uncanny limitations

if the gospel is humanities liberation

a redemptive plan in this wicked fight

those who have been elected understand that they are selected

to submit to His commands and inject His light

in this dark insanity

purify our heart from vanity

our connections to a concrete faith in which we will never depart

no matter how harsh the calamity

Salvation is the activation of destiny

our inner man being perfected in Christ

the gospel is Zion sent a ruler

the Lion of Judah

perhaps the point of a poet is to realign us to Yahuah

paint lines the ignite our Divine purpose

motivate us to fight in spite of how this life seems to have left us behind in the sewer

it seems like the Israelites is designed to have to climb from manure

His sacrifice gave us answers

as Nazarite we are the branches

the vine is Yahshuah

if we are not producing fruit than we are just conduits of cancer

I come against the curses of my opponents that seek to reduce Thy Word

and make my heart sick with hate and instigate the sin in me

perhaps the purpose of a poet is to produce proverbs

articulate how the adversary would manipulate my iniquity – Eric Haylock “last apostle” 4/8/2019

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