My brotha
My brotha you have to atone for centuries of abuse, mistreatment and an eternity of tears.
My brotha you are your people's keeper and you are responsible for the liberation of their fears.
My brotha you will eradicate and emancipate all of your peers.
My brotha you are the chosen one and your dream will live in infamy for years.
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