My thoughts on the persistent nature of bigotry
My recent thoughts on the persistent nature of bigotry
This shit gets old...its growing cold..
stew it long and brew it strong
that ancient draught..
you miserable wretches so well know .
Tis soon just time to savor
its dirty dry bone flavor..
supp it all in deepest labour, pray
let it rot your blackened soul
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