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Among fallen angels-
The original devil is dead
But he had disciples-
And one became master
Of the fruit of the tree-
Of the knowledge of good and evil
They can't understand-
All their stolen information
But knowledge is power
And the children of God became slaves
Can they ever know freedom-
These slaves who love their master?
Don't they have a new messiah?
Perform wonders and miracles?
All in the name of technology-
And the lords of superstition
Slaves who love their master-
Are domesticated animals
Some of the masters have churches-
But their gods are not yours
Where are my brothers?
Have we forgotten our Father?
Don't our women pray and sing-
That we rise from the dead?
I am the son of a Black God-
Where are the roots of our tree?
Are we hated and feared-
Because our Mother is a Goddess?
Slaves who love their master-
Die in silence and on their knees
While my brothers and I-
Die fighting to be reborn
Slaves who love their master-
Are given keys to the house
Even our teachers and preachers-
Would rather we surrender
