…..If not from the self love, I guess we gotta get it from the guilt, let ‘em know how it felt, we have to make ‘em understand the hand we’ve been dealt, centuries of being killed by those who use to wear kilts, they interpreted the lord’s word as thy shalt, until your enemies wilt, they even chopped off the heads of those who knelt, damn near turned into food like stilt.
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EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) (
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A fun read with many rhymes inside this piece
Thanks
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