a call went out for revolutionaries they came armed with a pen their weapon of choice they called them selves Poet's of Light to fight or standown was their choice they chose to write liberating spoken words while fighting to be free
The Immortal Wize
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mlowe5 says: Onward in One, my Dear Brother. Let us keep "firing" the word from the "burning bush" of divne guidance. Peace and Love, M. Lowe. |
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Kingqadardwon' says: ✊ðŸ¿ðŸ’¡ðŸŒ‹ |
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Coalhouse says: That is the joint you know Im down |
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