Notas del episodio
Dark Seed Hebrew:
Children of the chosen ones.
Black Pearl
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Lost sheep,
Black men,
women,
children
Kindly pick up
Your head and
Your Hebrew feet.
As you walk to
The Creator’s throne,
Bow down before Him.
It is time to
Claim your lineage.
The ones
who were once fooled
With the material,
The tangibles—
That left you in shambles.
Go take a spiritual bath.
Goo head,
Get your mind right, by
Cleansing yourself from your
head down to your toes
, including to purify your soul.
Put your princely robes on.
Let your hair and your skin be natural.
Come in one accord.
It is time to pay homage to the Lord.
It is time to understand
Who you are /
know your wealth
You are the Hebrew
Children of Lion of Juda
You were never a gentile
The Star of David
Son (king Solomon)
Seal of wisdom
We’re drawn from
The sand while we
Held with the sun
at the palm of our hands
The moon landed beneath our
Feet
The creator gave birth
to us in the water.
We are the true chosen ones.
We are the Hebrews.
We were once called Negroes, a name draped over us like a foreign shroud,
Yet we have always been indigenous to the soil of our own spirits.
Now, as we stretch out our tents—
As we pull the pegs from the past and let the canopy catch the new wind—
We no longer stare into the dark pools of Babylon’s nightmare.
We no longer turn our skin inside out, searching for the horrors they tattooed there.
Babylon’s camp is a fading echo, a ghost-tent collapsing in our rearview.
We shake the desert dust from our hems,
And the wind carries it back to the captors’ mouths.