Mexica Poetry 1
November 9, 2014

I Even Shake the Devils Hand (Poem)

The medicine I carry is divine & infectious, I even shake the Devil’s hand. Teotihuacan At One with Cr8r God energy blanket waterfalls, Crowns me iridescent plumage & jades. Few can see this, I mind it none. Indulgers of darkness scurry like roaches at the light of new dawn. I am here now, Allow me...
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