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Transcend All Limits  Listen to show The trap was set, the jaws had snapped shut, and the predator was already licking his teeth. By every conventional law of nature, the smaller creature should have surrendered to terror. The options on the table were horrific: roasted over a pine-top bonfire, hanged by the hind legs from a willow branch, or drowned in muddy plantation water. Any one of us facing systemic traps or sudden life crises would immediately cycle through raw panic: the blind rage of becoming Mad, the grief of becoming Sad, or the paralysis of being Scared. Yet, the rabbit pleaded on his knees for every possible death—begging for mercy from only one thing: the thorny, razor-sharp thicket across the ditch. Why would a captive beg his captor to avoid the very torture chamber waiting right in front of him? And more importantly: why do modern, educated Black folks keep screaming in horror at the very environments, histories, and challenges that our ancestors used to master th...

Till we meet again

I havent poured a libation since you left,
My tears are the testament of the sorrow that I feel, and pray they will push you threw.
These are the tears of a selfish man. For they are not for you but for the empty space left by your living this life.
But we will meet again
Your life has etched the map for me to follow to the ultimate place of rest, and i am grateful for the time we spent and i glance at the picture of you holding and now I hold your memory as tightly.
I wont and cant say goodbye, lets just part and say till we meet again....


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