Isis, a propagandized crises and black flag, this world is in a spiritual lag, instead of loving your brother, we're unloading mag by mag on each other. Sun Tzu said 'to know thy self and know thy enemy and you will have a thousand victories, ' but this society is shrouded in mysteries, an empty page on the timeline of our histories, our liberties taken away by a domestic enemy. So tell me what is the remedy for a heart which no longer opens for another, open sesame, be the architect that transforms this life passed the point of Southern Confederacy, a fundamental resistance to fight White supremacy and let these words flow through you rather than sipping on that Hennessy, fading away until the pain is now a comedy in your eyes. But will you realize before they constitutionalise the oppression of your fellow brother wit pages of the overall agenda prophesied pages filled with white lies. So will you, brother, be the blood that pumps through these veins of mine, our hearts the same, their beats already written by the sublime, our fate is just a matter of time.
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