"It's a curse, a friend of the grave"

they judged a black,

and guessed on someone's soul at its color,

but they're the most worst,

whom are ready to let millions of innocents die in the bloody lands,

because of just being black!

i think myself,

if black is the curse and a friend of the grave,

then the whole world should be so,

because all humans have the blacks shadows!

and the shadows indicates the realness of ours.



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