I. Preface.


Man was created in heaven while the Impostor (Shifter of Shapes) was seeking to misguide others present, as I regained consciousness after losing the gift briefly - over a period of seven restful weeks, something which the Wicked could never recieve and thus envy, all this and my life at the time had occured in the Above, from where both Adam and Ibliys were removed - a place where nothing could possibly happen, unless it was Divinely willed.

It seems I was lacking in something fundamentally Right so they (those of supposedly Good Nature) decided to get rid of me by means of exhile. They forced me out of their adobe, which left me standing on no land and so I fell...
But not to my death because it was not yet time. Like an attempt to do away with a newborn baby severely deforemd and born out of wedlock in order to keep the family's honour intact, I was thrown out and at no fault of my own.

I did not die, still retaining the Landlord's Property, at His mercy alone.
What did happen, however, was the inevitable for me. It was my fall, the fall after which I became what I truly am. It could be said that this fall was the key to the rises of my future as it taught me never to fear pain and to face whatever comes my way; to accept my fate - a valuable lesson.

A revelation prompted me to seek knowledge and righteousness, so the journey began. Hakim is one who has taught himself. His beliefs are those which he has himself experienced and he has indeed experienced much, since he is a man of undying Faith.

The publishers of every single religious book known to man should file a lawsuit against you for plagiarism

Which book says what I just said and which book mentions me?

This is the paraphrasing of and an eleboration on part of a rap song I wrote last year or 2 years ago.

Bang (Origins; The Beginning) - 12-17-2011, 12:35 PM



I was born on a cloud of green smoke,
Self-proclaimed prophets spoke the night I woke after 49 days of sleep,
High up in the 7th and final sky where even the lightest of birds are simply too heavy to fly,
Then the angels cut the rope; no hope,
My bubble burst and I fell head first and I split my head open and wild things ran out,
Two of which came out my brain and the third out my snout,
I tried to chase away my demons to near extinction like the White man did to the fish we call Rainbow Trout,
You should serve the blood of your messiah to thirsty believers and put an end to the drought,
Instead of pointing fingers elsewhere, you call the only ones brave enough to question your policies the axis of evil, now what the **** is that about?
I’m just a voice, barely audible whispers in the distance, a nearby shout,
Sure you cry for help, but you make only faint sounds, in fact you’re out of bounds like network coverage in the ocean,
Here are my blessings; a bowl full of poison, drink it down, this potion all magical and ****, turn your corpse to lotion,
Why pray for my enemies when I can through them off the back of a boat and create motion?
**** that, what a weak-ass rhyme its sounds like its coming from a weak-ass rapper advocating weak-ass crimes,
Back to simpler times, when people feared commandments and thou shalt not kill,
Look through my eyes for a more profound effect than any recreational pill,
What is that sound?
I’ve heard it comes from a place that I would never ever get to.
Be careful, or it would get you.

From this I got that.

lol you're a Jinn?

I am actually 3 people.

Two of them might be spirits of some kind.

your writing/verse is very good, hakim.

Infinite thanks.

Hakim, you were in heaven before?

Hakim may have been, but not me.