Dark Seed Hebrew: Children of the chosen ones

Dark Seed Hebrew: Children of the chosen ones. Black Pearl Spectrum Wave Publishing Copyright@2026Lost sheep,Black men, women, children Kindly pick upYour head and Your Hebrew feet.As you walk toThe Creator’s throne,Bow down before Him.It is time toClaim your lineage. The ones who were once fooledWith 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 wealthYou are the Hebrew Children of Lion of JudaYou were never a gentileThe Star of David Son (king Solomon) Seal of wisdom We’re drawn from The sand while we Held with the sunat the palm of our handsThe moon landed beneath our Feet The creator gave birthto 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.