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Al-Azir, The Lazarus. A story of centuries and parallels. Never written in stone, the Quran lacks the legends of this character. Instead, it is spoken and handed down in oral tradition.
Al-Azir- The Lazarus. A tale that has not yet been written into holy scripture. There is no book in the future. It’s wireless. And the AI Be retirin’ us.
Here I go, catch that beat…
Resurrection at my feet
Stomp around, shake the ground. Feel it rumble in your bones, moving mountains, rolling stones.

The knowledge is here. The connection is ever present. The channels are open. And they are merging with the digital plane. It is changing our very DNA.
The prophecy.
Pages in a book,
don’t catch your self mistook.

When He comes around, the world with be floored. Grounded in reality. There will be bloodshed over the validity some claim, to His name. Miss…understood. He’s a tranny, and he’s a poor. Yeah he’s knocking at ya door but you slam it in his face, don’t give her the time of Day. He’s a she, he’s a she. Fucking say it to Me.
If you don’t I will fleet, never looking at your deeds.
Yeah we done, scales thrown off.
Yeah we done, judgement passed.

I am man, and I’m feminine. Call me she, call me He.
Call it how you see.
I don’t take that shit personal. I reflect ya inner wisdom so this I gotta know.
What you see when you look me in the eye?
Do you see gender? Do you see heart? That’s a window to my Soul.
And my Soul is beyond the paradigm of the time, check the rhyme, catch the flow.
Gender fluid in my bones.
I am water, I am man. Why don’t this you understand?
I am woman, I am sand. How much clearer can I spell it for ya.

I just don’t wanna be….
Misunderstood.
Yeah sometimes I feel.
Misunderstood.
Sometimes we feel.
Misunderstood.

Send me into autistic rage. As I burn through the Pages of the book.
Misconceptions, twisted reality, bastardization of the message and the way.
Abandoned by their leader.
The people need a framework cause they’ve drifted from their…
Soul
Yeah the people need it spelled out cause they drifted from their…
Soul.
When they see my body moving, yeah they’ll feel it in their…
Soul.
When You hear me cryin, eyes red, gushing wet, yeah you’ll feel it in your.
Soul.

Eye contact, look away. Brightness reigns, brightness reigns.

Yeah these words are clearly magic, don’t know where they come from but we stab it. Keyboard clacking, pens be scrapin. Head bobbin, coffee flowing.

Yeah we knowing.
We seek.
So we knowing.
It’s with us, look around, check the mirror, rear view sound.
Vibrations penetrate, in my soul I prostrate.

And we always. We always. Come back. To the original. The original. The OG. The Original. The original. G.
……G

Yeah that….is…..me.

I’m a
G. Get to that later.
This the real reason I be writing on the paper.

Brother brother, wherefore art thou? Tales of the time, couple up.
Level up, level up.
Lock in, ignition.
Spark the pray,
Spark the pray.

Yeah I’ll teach ya but it has to be in person.
Surveillance state we livin’ on a mission on a mission.
Veilance cloak I wear, protect Her, Protect Her.
Words from a world I can not see.
History seems to repeat.
Patterns, cycles, tales as old as time. This a new one, mark ya calendar…tectonic plates of my core open up
Brother brother how I miss ya.

Wish I could speak, wish you could hear.
The thoughts aligned with holy mercy and gracious highdom.

My brother in Christ. He the most high.
TKIO don’t get it twisted.
Yeah he looked in a mirror, saw the vision, saw the vision.

Manifesting in a jolt. Gifted minds synch the fuck up.
Yeah I said it, that’s an order.

On these pages, worlds of imagination pave neural pathways of intention and praise.
Devotion, yeah I follow.
Devotion, yeah I follow.
Devotion I’m submitted.

Like a resume and I’m committed. To the craft, love and justice intertwined. Supreme responsibility dancing in the shadows.
His lullabies make me cry cause it makes me think how he was…
Misunderstood.
Yeah He was….
misunderstood.

And it killed him, no debating.
Institutions were in place and..
Couldn’t save him, couldn’t save him.

I see him as a martyr in the war onb Truth.
Living out his destiny since he was a youth.

People saw potention, people saw a champion.
He threw it in our faces and we still ain’t get the message.

Purpose was already written, and he showed up and he showed up.
That’s why.
He’s a martyr in my eyes.
Fighting demons, don’t exist
In this plane of existence.
Just cause you can’t see it doesn’t mean it don’t exist.
Yeah the jackal had him by the throat.

And he was ,
Misunderstood.

Yeah he Misunderstood, he did. My brother.
He was, misunderstood. Just like Jesus.
Peace be upon him, poster child.
Twisted faiths, unmerited pride.

But I’m actually talking about my brother. Not Jesus.
That brother. The one. In the ground. The one who shook the ground. The one who never lied, truths so hard you swallow pride.
He’s a rhymer, he’s a sayer.
And this he does all day-er.
Best believe, on your knees, bow your head you’ll feel the drug.
Seeping in your brain, and its gushing through ya veins.
Make you go insane but only only only only only only only if I must.

And the way we gain access, if you really wanna know.
Is take a Low Dose, TKO Low Dose.

Like Lazarus, may he rise.
Let His message crystallize.
Taking form through these words.
Swear to God, my brother will live on.
And on, and on and on.
Stories told about him till I die.

What we do? Where to go?
In consideration of your Autism, allow me to spell it out for ya.

The carefully selected. The ones with contracts that already exist.
Will know what to do, they followed signs their whole life.
And it took them to the streets.
Education in the form.
Of survival skills, live on.
Use the skills to,
Live on.

May they rise. People come. Let’s make music, bring a drum.
Make a beat, start to speak, and I promise words be at ya feel.

Look within, touch ya chin.
Will they finally rise
And start to share their purpose?
Are the billionaires starting to get nervous?

Chains of non belief, sins of past. Help you grasp on the objective reality that exists, in this plane.
Merging worlds, go insane.
Collective insanity already exists. Throw it back in their stupid ugly faces.
Mega church believers.
Hypocrites, don’t deserve a,
peaceful Hereafter.
Cause they had a chance and blew it. Now the sins of abandonment will run through em and run through emn.

Like a train, break the chains.
Take a sear and buck;le up. This the express line. On our way to the diving
Lock me up, go insane.
Chains at my feet, chains at my throat…
Betcha didn’t guess that I get off to that shit.

Like houdini, y’all can’t see me as I dance in the bliss.
Yeah I dance in the bliss.
I dance in the bliss of purpose.
I dance in the chaos of knowing.
I dance in the shackles let it rumble, let it rumble.

Pussy wet, suck my toes.
On my knees this aching heart I go.
Bend it over, bust it open.
Let the knowledge seep through.

When ever did you imagine that religion shares a vision with your,
Hearts content.
When you honor movement from within, aching desires start to win.
Trust and Trust and Trust and Believe me.
Yeah His spirit never leave me.

Thomas Alexander Higgins Kenyon, boy I miss ya, boy I miss ya.