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Born left of the prism of my ancestry shade
I am lost within myself.
I have the burden of carrying the frozen truth;
Truth which melts at X degrees
and nourishes the Purple rose of a Black seed
and grows in the fertile soil
found at the center of civilization.

Questing without bounds
for the key out of this blackness
of the mountain's peak and core
so I will be able to listen, speak, and view the truth
delivered to me by that mighty creature of golden lustre,
buried deep inside me.

Waiting like a warrior, patiently,
protecting the tamers of the creature,
who bears the knowledge
so that I too can tame the beast
and go eastward through the prism to myself,
and be one with the kingdom of AKANDE.

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