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Date Posted: 15:37:18 02/03/03 Mon
Author: EMINENT "THE SCIENCE OF ELOHEIM!"
Author Host/IP: ppp-67-37-76-125.dialup.sfldmi.ameritech.net / 67.37.76.125
Subject: The GOD had returned with the gates open .. let the truth flood the lounge THREADS!!!!

Still here the galactic window shield, echo past what you fear star dust to mercury�s rear-
White dwarfs to red giants speak of the tears I send through the universe course with mega-hertz
vibrant at the source, magazines filled with shrapnel binds, tips of gothic Finds,
talons blind like the killah- clips
excellent mystic rhymes sent from a golden
Larynx -at times I feel winded
so I inhale the climbs of sphinx were minx lurk deep
In calicoes/ mention the God and feel weak from the divine grapes of strange-fruit
Where soldiers hang as dead weight,
apes swing fist but hesitate from heavy knuckles
I turn heads to plunder and leave with skulls
like the predator- ill with turmoil- soiled
Garments from olden men still scared to say when
/till I bend ribs from abdomens and
The breath escapes your whims to take granted
what was given second nature to humans
I�m past creation I move in belated vibrations
like the dead- apparitions know my ledge
I swing double-edged swords from a sentence
that burns with each word slice records
Open like beast from STAR-WARS
EMINENT tell the score lopsided-
children follow behind and loose focus
of the death in my steps,
imagery of corpses breath exhale the sickness
Like RZA from A digital bullet programmed to infect humanity from the escapism -rolls
Divinity barrels un-load through spiraled nets-
ether leaps retched branched thoughts
Jays clipped off and smoked hardy
I�m a black hole running endless as gold minds
where Forts find playfulness in holding
the poor behind the Knox,
star-fox seeping locks In speech
impeached from a breach in normality preached by the tribes of belief,
Treacherous underneath my snake reach
Crane to Tiger stance my sword-extends
And slabs documents out of shaky hands,
I pen diagrams that cover the earths span
Long as radio-bands seek frequency
my destinations finally over eminency-
supremacy Spacious grandiose
with my arrogance knowing I�m past the basic
wing-worms Traveling patiently in lines
I lead crowds and leave brows raised from my lines!
So now I�m part of the understanding
of over-standing this formation- of modern day
Galatians speaking foolish
only Hex knows of my contusions from teaching-
The un-couth about deceptions
and confusion plaguing Methuselah�s tired bones
So I don�t feel alone walking ageless
with Gods con- work of art use cunning with
The truth painted with broad strokes
of 99 BANNA-clips fired close-range to feel
The proof/ this is liquid flow-
transcending what can and can�t be coded below
Factual or contractually printed before
tabernacles glowed dramatically foretold in
Biblical scrolls of worded knolls
sung loud in praise to echo his- glory..
The one and only I�m GOD.. behold my FURY!

"ahahahahah.. be prepared for my wrath!"
PEACE TO THE GODS AND EARTHS!

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Replies:

HAHAHAHAHA......So, you're "The Father" and I'm "The Son"......Yo, where the fuck have you been!!??....DAMN, thank you for posting this!!...HAHAHAHA,.....eh, I got something to ask.....Do you think the Lounge is ready for a Path/h � k � collabo yet?.......E-mail me.....and let me know.... (NT) -- h � k �/|_ A \/�....., 15:51:36 02/03/03 Mon
yea, you two should collabo, this was sik though..you always bring the dope content, some i dont get but hey, thats you, do you, peace~ (NT) -- Essence...........AM, 17:40:48 02/03/03 Mon
too graphic for my tastes (NT) -- the fish, 20:46:30 02/03/03 Mon

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