The Murder Of Crows...

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, your generation of thievery 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 honeyed Creole DNA bowed, until death principles will bleed    
To the mountaintops I’ve looked over, seen beyond the Pale Horse one must say    
Hellish disposition of improvised vanity, emptiness souls unto Baal you shall pray  
Suffering of a syndrome, when mama’s baby cried, was only pushed away  
The Devil is always in the details when the wickedness wants to play      
    
Distorted fame of the heart, mind, soul, your identity embedded in odium sets upon unrighteous to conceive    
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 enlighten, in the belly of the beast the snake slithers    
Through the storms seek higher of your fallacy existence come hither  
   
Two faces of Eve, worn, torn, cannot find mental peace in self, the secret to your twisted genetics is unscrupulous and forlorn  
Duality of profiles of less grandeur, cunning where insightful eyes are never deceived  
Within the benediction of your unbalanced comic flair    
The worth of your presences as femininity to uplift, as a misfit you tend to stench the air  
Be gone demon as if someone truly cares  
The olive branch of thy mouth is seasonal from wallowing in darkness strife  
Unbalanced scales to blame a warp mentality  on the mental health game    
To society it becomes obtuse, tiresome, and quite lame  
Learn to educate the masses with the core of your brain  
   
Swimming upon my shores with a blood soaked white flag stained with spew in the name of false peace    
Cut down at the roots, dismissed, set free only in the name of switcheroo eyes to trick and fool its vanity of sexual debauchery, alluring words of make believe  
The hindrances of cold hearts when devoid of peace  
Children of ancient trauma that cannot be eradicated to bring the mind spiritual relief  
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 compassion  
Until crossed in the name of generation blood then the swords began clashing    
In reality, falsehood of fame does not win wars    
The penchant to want, need, is where egos gets bruised and a heart 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    
Reprisal for this heart, forgotten the rewards of the meek    
I give you enlighten of my almanac from the horse’s bridle, the joust shall be your feast