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Opressor


    Dear Brother, 

He takes me from me,

Prohibits me from knowing myself.

He makes me concieve to conformity.

He literally took my Original tongue.

having me to speak other than what the abOriginal would.

Through the new age he tries to corrupt my mind. I try to fight 

but the gary matter can only take so much.

he wants to take pieces of me... He takes pieces of me,

using it for his science trying to annihilate me. 

But just like the rock I will always be here.

I am the rock he stands upon, he will always need me.

 

He takes me for himself,

prohibits me from knowing for the benefits of himself.

Makes me concieve to conformity.

Takes my tongue to speak what he speaks.

I am abOriginal no more.

 

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