I dream of an Africa that can foresee dreams in a phophetical fortune.We work in sleepless night;administered by our ancestors.Depicting spirits that inflict pending messages & answers to be told...Pyramids holding information glittering comprehensive lamented elegies.
We drink intoxicative traditional bees to enlighten the sphere of culture.God pour a single teardrop to the universe the world that cannot get hold of light.Art is affectionate and set to be obscurely elite.Open your eyes;Spiritual Awakening,I dream of the sky-blue world but Blinded Universe cant perceive isolated bright.Respiration of new born infants to aristocracise the sense.
A designated delta of clouds controlled by creation to redeploy supernatural territories of Earth.Tremendous forebear's took their roots to poison,but what I see is life from death. Then if we are visions,and imaginative I dont think the world be Blinded Universe.
