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It all starts with a night Then the light still shun on the world I could count the stars with pride Until a race started And it came with misfortune Which I thought was destined We where all runing for our lives Till we took our heels on different direction I was looking for the other part of me But I said after my race I shall see them Thinking I found a way But am lost in a whole new world The world got tighter Now my breathing comes with a sacrifice After being abducted Runing from their world I went to those who dwells And contain the space of the world But they look more like the reapers And took my last strength I can't stop now my journey still got miles I had to be strong I had to run For the heart of man Illustrated the world We reached Freedom at last But all of a sudden we are caged I met others who have been there for ages The whole place was locked They told their stories We couldn't imagine ours All the race The sacrifice Our fight Was leaving us to fate There our own people Made of flesh and blood Promised us life with cage We were now an instrument of pleasure Being struck and stripped Our cold feet didn't matter Our hungry face had nothing To show Our bleeding heart had no healer They knew but they all wanted their part They wanted to gain from others expense They are those we look upon to free us But they diminished Our faith and used us Now broken and scared The world judge us with folded arms
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It illustrates the world

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