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I’m no insult to the future hereafter,
Since many could not understand the rivals of the chapters,
A bridge they will tear down when no one gets the call,
A race they will institute under the presidents ball,
I don’t have to run for my race has been declared,
My evidence is factual and slightly impaired,
For the slave to judge his or her transliterations,
He needs this light to encompass his Haitians,
As this ship sets sail on another wild goose chase,
They are going somewhere with guns and fate,
As clearer the religions become to the soul,
The future at hand are the ages to be told.
