- published: 30 Jul 2015
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The Derita Community is located several miles north of Charlotte NC's center city, is bordered by I-77 to the west, I-85 to the east, the University area and WT Harris Blvd to the north. Its business district is centered along West Sugar Creek Rd.
Even before the Community became established with stores, a school and churches in 1860, Derita was a made up of large family farms carved from the forests and fields where the Sugaree Indians had made flint arrowheads and hunted for wild game. Those early settlers did it all. They raised livestock, sold milk, eggs and cheese. They grew corn, grains, fresh vegetables, cotton and tobacco. Some mined for gold, others for silver. Operators of two local mineral springs supplied bottled water by the wagonload to thirsty Charlotte businesses. On Sundays after Church, folks regularly came from miles around to picnic at Derita Springs and to listen to violin and banjo players perform for an impromptu hoedown. Three months each year (during the farming off-season) residents financed a school for boys known as Derita Academy.
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Prayer ain't no key.
Words aligned to make a puzzle of mind.
Never meant to make you free.
Prayer, insanity.
You compete for the never complete.
And it just won't make you see.
Pick your god from the lot, choose your stimulations.
More down there where they came from,
drunken revelations.
From the shadows of time,
the dead are singing their lies.
Their dirt is in your eyes,
no one who believes dies.
From the shadows of stones,
laughter of their rattling bones.
Their dirt will cover your eyes,
no one who believes dies.
Prayer, masked devilry.
Under the yoke of a cosmic joke.
And you just can't let it be.
Pick your god...