……..An archeologists blows dust off an artifact and declares your ancient ancestors were slaves, you can feel them shift in their graves, it was an emblem of one of their previous gods, it resembled their neighbors in appearance and adherence, a sure sign they had an earthly master, when your god looks like another man, from another clan, so what they ran, can’t run from your own beliefs, your back stings, but you thought it Christian to turn the other cheek, its your enemy who told you hatred makes you weak, can’t run a race without feet, it’s spiritual and intellectual balance we seek.
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EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) (
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Great flow with messages, sourced by the ancient winds! Ugliest storms in history, but best not forgotten.
So true..
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