Vanity’s Reprisal

Falsehood joviality stolen birthrights unbeknownst of humility documented by scrolls written of ancient time
Fourscore the crown falsify echoes of bloodied birthright disparity as it once flowed like sands of time
Give me liberty, you gave me death
Stolen heritage unto every mankind worn proudly of a soulless heart given less
 
Burdensome history, not rooted of melanin creed
The first shall be last, shall be first again, beautifully seeps of Moorish DNA bowed, until death principles will bleed
To the mountaintop I’ve looked over, seen beyond the Pale Horse one must say
Hellish disposition of improvised vanity, emptiness souls unto Baal you shall pray  
 
Distorted fame of the heart, mind, soul, your identity embedded in odium sets your free
Debauchery separates intellectual stimuli of celestial understanding from the root as seeds
Coveted minds to give credence to the eyes who will never come to see
Devoid of spiritual enlightment, in the belly of the beast the snake slithers
Through the storms seek higher of your fallacy existence
 
Impartially stands on the throne in eyes of the Creator as non-belief
To the moon, the stars, the Heavens, wisdom and knowledge gives weary minds earthly relief
In reality, falsehood of fame does not win wars
The penchant to want, need, is where hearts gets bruised and egos will become sore  
 
Rain shall come and then the storms
Two-edge sword you crave, victory shall be won
The pillow to rest one’s head shall come undone
No reprisal, thy shall take the rewards of the meek
I give you enlightment from the horse’s bridle the joust shall be your feast