"You know God hired the serpent to teach a tempted Eve."
A tree bends at the weight of the wind
"You cant be surprised.
Didnt you know all makers are tricksters too,
Not two faced, never,
but blessed enough to play both Devil and Holy ghost and still make it real."
A Stone is blown through the other window,
Bringing the rain with it.
"I mean you can be surprised
Look at yourself, God built his whole world on pieced up rock"
Thunder shakes our home and a tree in the distance is engulfed in flames
And we watch as black smoke floats into a dark sky.
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Black Mystic Rising
PoetryPoetry about Hoodoo, mystism, black life and politics. It's hard to have religion without politics and damn near impossible to have religion without magic. Started this 7years ago
