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Date Posted: 07:11:46 04/28/04 Wed
Author: VoRtEx
Subject: Scriptures...Hand of the Scribe...

How far can I take this? Seeking new levels of vocal velocity, forming my own philosophy, supply food-for-thought replenish brains with my recipe; I transmit subliminal messages convert cipher covert complexity...
Let me explain my true identity, I’ve been writing words of prose since the first ever century, 10 Billion years BC veteran MC poets make space at City Gates upon my entry…
Wrote songs of lamentation on Egyptian Tombs, travelled the nations stories animated like cartoons, carved hieroglyphics in caves hid in the mountaintops when enemies invaded with Alien platoons…
And there I wrote `Scrolls of War` written in blood-stained; stayed awake 7 Days straight until the horror was explained, and that very same conflict that started in the beginning forever has remained, the terror will never be contained, the error will never be explained, constrained, poor people always got short-changed…
So I wrote about the famine and drought, started a rout, stood with the downtrodden regarded as nought, got bombarded by mercenaries attacking in the South… Looting and jacking was rife, I stood with 7 Samurai packing only a short knife…
Amidst the mayhem, wrote prayers concluded with Amen, drank of the holy water the golden chalice was full to the brim, stood against all odds when chances of success looked slim, I even died a few times but I was born again, received torture from oppressors yet I took it on the chin…
Wrote prophecies for apostles told them a saviour will come, but only a few shall follow while the rest still run, cold hearts will feel numb, days of darkness approach when the Lord shall conceal Sun…
Now I write about the modern era, threats of nuclear power suicidal terror, revelation of the Bible apocalypse moves nearer…
……………….*Hand of the Scribe*…………

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