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"Loss"


The color Ebony has become an abundance of negative spirit. Though the antiquity of the pigment speaks for it's achieving deeds, so does its' internal exertions. A nation would be honored as superior in the operation of its' process, but what do you call a nation that majority seeks as a white supremacy? A revere nation? A revere nation exist in these modern times where judgment is not only seen as a Godly commodity, but a deserved human opinion as well. No one is considered free, therefore we're all enslaved to the impotent laws placed over our heads.
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