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Copyright © 2016 01.10.2016 8:58pm Thought it was about my face? Faces barred from the race, racing towards the American Dream, is the world's it seems. No, it's our face, you and me both from G.O.D. don't you see? Even the tiniest ant, without G.O.D., it can't. We all move forward with time, time to get it right with like kind. Kind of dark, kind of white we all need the same Light. We can't live the past, past time to not repeat our nation's crimes, crimes against you and me. But, someone thinks mankind should be, be divided in black and white to continue its spiritual fight. A fight, he knows he can't win, still misleading till the end. by: LesP2008

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