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loyalty to blindbelieve
Loyalty to blind believe,
only the soul speaks the desires of a paralyzed heart,
inner death stuffed somewhere in me deep,dark and silk;
when the rain is off i cry to the sky with eyes bathed in milk,
a blade cut through my brain,
pseudo-psychological thoughts held with a crane,
in vain i ressurect through routes of escape,
when the ancesstors blessed,they cursed the KACHIKAU landscape,
here i live as a visual testimony of the forgotten tribe!
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