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Black met White, And together, They drew Red. The philosopher's stone was forged In a head-on collision. White Mother. Black Other. Red Child of Life. Abandoned. Born of conflict. Forgotten but forever remembering. The real holy trinity is a terrible tricolour.
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Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 6:37 PM UTC
The Terrible Tricolour
Black met White, And together, They drew Red. The philosopher's stone was forged In a head-on collision. White Mother. Black Other. Red Child of Life. Abandoned. Born of conflict. Forgotten but forever remembering. The real holy trinity is a terrible tricolour.
augustine-morphy
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Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 6:37 PM UTC
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