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Title: These times Post by: out_of_Zion on April 29, 2004, 07:18:55 PM glossed vain dreams,
asundered inseams, we're weaving our path home. heads bowed east, spirits unite, in the sacred place: the golden Dome. "Jer-u-sa'lem, here I am." two-fold solemn prayer, these words i hear: a zikr or psalm? the eye of the storm: the calm - (where is it now?) is time real? can you feel, the distance inbetween? faith unseen, we bleed - or kill our brothers. of one origin still, JAH - ALLAH - hath his will; and we shall inherit His earth. and now of one fold, no slave can be sold; paradise is long last arrived. |