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just different 1 min read 463 views Jun 9, 2016

African Dead

Speak ill  of man for it brings death. Slither does the serpent as it seeks to poison morals of human decency which brings volatility among those bitten by hatred . Let sickness decay our souls ravage our minds for we deserve suffering . Once was kings and Queens now slaves beneath those who we wronged. Being of dark skin can be a curse of then into forever.

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