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Sep 9
Look what they done thee,
God shifted in breeze.
Now that I’m all free,
Still Devil disease.
Burden the broken,
To wear what used chains.
Silent High spoken,
Black blood paper stains.
In time finding faith,
I shed what it takes.
To become the wraith,
Found voodoo make breaks.
Freedom bleeds from skin,
Setting soul within…
Finally A’ Free XV
Nickolas J McKee
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Nickolas J McKee  30/M/Wherever
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