For though' I fly the black wings of chambers, <br />to escape the flying demons, to enter where no man <br />Would go, I cry in silence to de lord. <br />To bare the scars of envy, spite, and scorns, <br />That sits upon my door, I take the burning bullet, <br />Only de lord knows the hierologic atonement I explore, <br />For who should ever understand my horology, who shall ever walk my path, understanding the burning of psalms, that lies within my skin, In this black wings chamber, lord whispered in my ear, lord say sacrifice my son, no one shall know the end, I shall teach you what a warrior should be, cry not upon the land of death, rise to the living upon my gates, trouble shall not last for long, black wings await my chambers of the lord. <br /> <br /> <br />This weapon, yet even chains, the brave emancipate the pain <br />He’d, in triumphant and the brave man stands, awaiting <br />The the mystics powers of the soul, that man is blind to thy role, oh the treaty of my ancestral strolls, my life is to die as my brother, and rise upon the cross. The redemption black wings of chambers, in the conference hall of the de lord <br />Oh upon this land, has no understanding of the chambers of the lord, I shall feel no pain, as I walk through the fire of my brothers space. <br /> <br /> while I tread that gulch’s tremendous brink, <br />Where nature shudders, and where beings sink.<br /><br />Jacqueline Amos<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/atonement-of-blackness/
