i was bored
started as a kid with nothing to say about ilegal immigrants or the gays
but at 17 that side has started to fade
im more intap with the side who
cares and who thinks fare
like how some one along time ago asked for help
waited to there backs where and made them scream for help like the millions
they brought over and raped and enslave took there cultures away and blinded
them with false gods and waighed them down with chains
and made them feel the pain of whips to the tips of bayonets fault for there freedom
and then enslaved them again watched them alll kill eachother of there own free will
locked them up and put them in cages once again
but now its over time to rise against our common enemy and this time im not talking about time
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