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Apr 2021
Black bodies from the grave will have their day.
Future inheritance and bloodlines,
Their grieved souls will slay.
Visits to evil racist their unrest spirits will pay.
Black ****** is a game racists win and play.
Karma may seem slow,
But she never forgets her way.
When she gets to America,
She's welcome to stay.
Written by
ZL  F/Earth
(F/Earth)   
65
   Bogdan Dragos
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