The Moorish Lineage Of Greatness (COTS)

The beautiful footsteps of man’s presence upon God’s green earth set the atonement of his fate in motion          
His dreams, his aspirations, must be comforted in the darkest hour from his soul mate soothing love potion          
Sacred ears to listen and to uplift him when the downfalls of uncertainties befall his sense of insecurities spill forth in the silence of dark          
The crux of his soul you rely on when it pulls you in, as he confesses to you the fortitude of his heart                  
In faith, he clasps your hand          
In this realm we call life, a man’s tears, his fears, they are never seen, across the vast land his feet must still remain root no matter where he stands          
His loins the insignia of his seeds            
The lesson where he instills them become the wisdom of his creed            
Humbleness to give birth of his nation upon the lineage of his generation forevermore to sow good deeds    
 
Men, I hear your echoes they never befall on my deafening tone            
In the cruelty of life, you fight, your identity, your purpose in life, your prestige, for your inequality, you self-sabotage with addictions, and you fight the emptiness of your existence all alone          
Where is your brotherhood as your intellects wanders forlorn          
          
Your destiny, and the fate of your souls were once entwined with the same purpose to mastermind the Heaven, the Earth, and the Sea          
The cosmic and all the embracing wonders that floats within the divinity of the supernova galaxy          
Taken from your rib to be at your side He softly gave you the sultriness of me          
Pray in discontent to the stars that setback shall always pass and your faith to believe will never flee          
Give shelter to the weary souls, as your heart and mind lay bare in sickness and in health          
Ordain your encouraging words to uplift no matter what's in your life has been unfortunately dealt          
It explains the adage why Jesus wept          
          
And that is the golden rule for mankind no matter the color          
No matter from the womb of the mother          
And be thankful for the warmness casted from your sheets          
I love you men from the hair on top of your head to the swag in your feet          
To the whispers of love in this lifetime if our souls will ever come to greet    
 
We have paved the way from the roots of our souls in the midst of it all                    
Do we forsake our Creator when voices, are silenced and feet are not as strong to stand tall                    
There is no such gainful offering that a woman could ever bestow on a man than the spirituality haven of her brain
The helpmeet unto his spirit for knowledge and wisdom to reign                
That entwinement of God touches, binds of destiny past the illuminating light of infinity                    
Inflamed souls relishing in the power of its divinity    
 
 
Shalom
 
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