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Oct. 26, 2016

To: Young Piankhi

From Write or Die by Byron Wilson (author's profile)

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To: Young Piankhi,

The ripple of your first capitulation
in verse form, serves a new generation
of fact finders, and seekers of
open doors of connectivity, to the
origins of innercity youth in America,
and all over the world, is already
covering peculiar ground.

I wrote a eulogizing service that
was guided by the vibrating tone
of energies inspired from your
work, and dedication, toward resolve.

Although, the original Writer is still
unknown, you have opened the
doors of the knowing, for those
that needed to engage these
mysteries of transition, from the
innercity streets of America,
to passing through realms of
existence, that hatred and
fear, and bullets have demanded
far too early, Be thou blessed.

On behalf of every soul, called
by name within this papyrus,
we consider this ceremony, closed,
and now as the inner flame of
direction guids any lost soul
amongst these verses toward it's
eunique place, near forever, we
say, Go, and, New Generation Rise
again, AMEN-RA.

--Xzyzst (exist)

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Julia Posted 8 years ago. ✓ Mailed 8 years ago   Favorite
To: Young Piankhi,

The ripple of your first capitulation
in verse form, serves a new generation
of fact finders, and seekers of
open doors of connectivity, to the
origins of innercity youth in America,
and all over the world, is already
covering peculiar ground.

I wrote a eulogizing service that
was guided by the vibrating tone
of energies inspired from your
work, and dedication, toward resolve.

Although, the original Writer is still
unknown, you have opened the
doors of the knowing, for those
that needed to engage these
mysteries of transition, from the
innercity streets of America,
to passing through realms of
existence, that hatred and
fear, and bullets have demanded
far too early, Be thou blessed.

On behalf of every soul, called
by name within this papyrus,
we consider this ceremony, closed,
and now as the inner flame of
direction guids any lost soul
amongst these verses toward it's
eunique place, near forever, we
say, Go, and, New Generation Rise
again, AMEN-RA.

--Xzyzst (exist)

2 of 2

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