Broken Mold

What should we expect from a generation raised by Jaded Mistresses?
Neglected by the Lion
After he soiled the lioness’ linen
With semen and sweat from the loins of once proud children of
Gods and Goddess’
I can always spot an African Antagonist because
Birds vanish in their presence
Or something to the equivalent happens
It’s evident the heavens didn’t bless every descendant
With the vision of a prophet
But I was bred to acknowledge the Sun Disk and its Gifts
So my resistance was useless
The Powers That Be believe they can cease our Divinity
By using the spiritually weak to undermine the supremacy of Cosmic Sight
Well
My Third Eye doesn’t blink and
I see them coming from a mile away
Call me Horus the Hawk Sighted
Guide to the blind
Never
Leading
The sheep
Astray