Forever one of the nastiest. True and living, soul wisdom. Sink deep into yourself; you wont suffocate. I was born from the womb of a line of royal women. The blackest is this yellow kid physically. You can trust yourself. Give yourself a second. Breath your best memories to the stars. The moon drips ink into what I think. It’s time I change my name to the Apocrypha Prophet Muhammad Comet. Something along those lines. Become psychic with minds. . aligned with spines of Kings. The corpses of Kings are small things to the Holy Spirit in the wind . . blowing from Heaven. The primary meaning of death is resurrection. Life on Earth is but a single instant. It can be Holy if you choose to identify with Spirit. Some things are real enough for time but not eternity. Forgive and show mercy.