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Debt holds sacred truths
Like memories are stored in a child’s tooth
What class of demon holds this deed
That metastasizes to sheer human need
Not the Jah, the Eden concealed
That is the debtor revealed
Who is owed, owns in his own rite, as it is
But under Imperial England this is the purpose of all that biz
The world, UN included, need Jamaica to be as such
That no one can see, or at least face, the Imperialist’s touch
The soul force used is the ultimate evil
The Crown [LLC] turns our own sons on our people
What do we owe? 3/13/15 3: 39am
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