1900
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The stability that I watch, no different than the entrance that I caught,
The belief I know I’m bigger, can be smaller than the design of its trigger,
The constant encircling of who that is returns as the way I conceal,
The family who now responds to the governed trail of tears,
Leaving the heritage of southern values for trade of a squat in riddled avenues,
Checking the responsibility of who statured the invention of southern battled cannon views,
Celebrating the change of modern apocalyptics,
Standing in front of the blind and their innocence.
