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just stop filling our children minds with vain objectives, and selfishness—if we would stop

killing them before they are born. If we would give them the incentive to love instead of

hate, greed, jealousy, drugs and death. For you see all these are demons. Look at the

demon named hate. See all the destruction he’s caused. How about his brothers and

sisters greed, jealousy and drugs? Truly I tell you, they have crown death as their king.

ITS TIME TO STOP YALL!

In every country on this earth, there is a group of people who rules, and governs, the

country thereof. There are empires within empires—governments within governments, and

worlds within worlds. Where is our dominion oh children of slaves? The everlasting

kingdom of the I AM race is our dominion; where there is no color or ethnic distinctions.

Are we not aliens in the very country in which we are born? Are we not children of slaves?

Are we not scattered and dispersed all over this earth? If we truly know, who we really

are, then why do we have so many different colors to identify ourselves by? Black white

brown yellow and however else we might identify ourselves. For we are all slaves in this

system of things, that is controlled by the few powerful ones. Shall we be the only people

to stand before the king and have no gift? Not a country, city or building? Shall it be that

all we will be able to tell the king is we hated, killed, poisoned, and never knew each

other—nor truly believed he was the First Born of the Resurrection? Shall it be said that,

we children of slaves rejected love and brotherhood, the one true corner stone of life? ITS

TIME TO STOP YALL!

The healthy need no physician. It is the sick that need a doctor. How long will we continue

in darkness? How long must the police ride among us, as though we are convicts in our

own living quarters? How long will some of you keep braying like wild jack asses on the

street corners, with gold capped teeth and chains hanging around your necks, thinking

that this is life when it’s really death? You! Oh drug dealer! Indeed, you will have a

heavy price to pay! For you there is darkness reserved— darkness blacker than black!