400 Years

Imagine.
Ghost come
What happens
Blood and the captain Pirate, Laughing
His catch is the fresh captives. Natives blacks
Those not-quite human Bastards.
Yet I stand here to speak living truths
We Will. Uprise
There is no more time. For foolish pride
There is no escape
No where to hide
We have found the key
The God inside
What’s in the darkness
Must be revealed to light
By and by we’ll defy the cult-poltergeist
From close knifes why do my people all close their eyes
Come to reality, you got the ability
Just can’t see 400 years of captivity