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DATE: 09/13/2007 14:48:09 / MOOD: full of life
You can hate me because I love Jah Rastafari
You can accuse me because I worship Jah Rastafari
You can abuse me because I hail Jah Rastafari
You can refuse me because I am for Jah Rastafari
You can threaten me,banish me,blackmail me
Because I won't teaching and explaining Jah Rastafari
To all the ghetto youths.
Do whatever you want to displace my faith
For Jah Rastafari.
Trpouble me,embarass me before public;
Burn up my dwellings,damage my flesh
And even destroy the Holy Sacrament of His Almighty-I
But make sure you dont judge
The faith of another brethren
Created by the same Lord you serve
Because he doesn't follow nor believe in any Religion.
Yes it's me,I follow nor believe in no Religion
Because the Almighty God Himself belongs to no Religion.
You can call me a lost soul,
Call me all the names people who misunderstand us call us
Yes,by all the bad names all Rastamen are called
But my love for Rastafari will never mask
I know there still more troubles and task
It's because you don't know what the Rasta faith is about
S o take off ur mask of shyness
And let me teach and explain to you Rasta philosophy.
But if you continue to blackmail me,
If you insist on doubting me
With your false utterances,
I'll continue to make my days be clearly seen
Before all men by living clean
No matter how long and how many times
You can attack I 'n' I personality
But you can attack "NEVER MY SOUL",
Because it belongs to the Almighty King above.
For now,I agree to be the rejected stone of the morning
But i'll be di head corner-stone of the evening
R A S T A F A R I !!!!
written and posted by ; ELORM BEENIE.
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DATE: 09/13/2007 14:43:56 / MOOD: lonely
BEAUTY AND LOVE.
Beauty is like a bubble upon the water;no sooner caught than burst.
It is like unto boot polish which brightens the leather
For but a few minutes;walk over half a mile and the lustre is gone.
It is also like a beautiful and sweet scented flower.
In the morning,it is admirable,but withers.
Love is also again like a colourful ROSE flower;
You hold it with affection and appreciate it to the maximum
Until your finger gets pierced by its THORNS,then you HATE it.
The clever hands of a lady are more welcome and valauble than
Her bright glances,her cherry cheeks and her pearly teeth;
Likewise the man with his exceptoinally designed beard & whiskers,
Well-built stature and money.
"LOVE IS NOT A MATTER OF CHANCE BUT A MATTER OF CHOICE .SO MAKE
SURE YOU DO THE RIGHT CHOICES BEFORE YOU REGRET THE WRONG MOVE LATER."
***RASTAFARI GREETINGS.****
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