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Savage in snares of bent thought limited by lack of sight . Reasoned by hate , not by the mother of good logic which dealt true sight . Sight not seen in reality but insanity notions of self not peace toward good will of brotherhood . Not limited by race abroad in its terminology for men of all creeds fall victim to its desiring effects . It's virtues are self , hate , greed , and lack of sight . For these thoughts can't exist with the mother of good logic her ways not bound in chains of hate . Deeds she does leads to loss of self , for love is without self . Sight sharper then a finely crafted blade , deeper then the mind can go for she is of the spirit not mind . Greed not of value for money , yet she enriches , enhances the poor . In wisdom's grasp these virtues of savages minds are nullified by grace from above . Her might to much for ignorance , hate to clash but mashed in her quake . Shielded by truth they can't match . Her essence embodies might not seen in the physical yet by spirit she prevails .

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