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It feels good, nevertheless  Its difference with stealing? Not much really but striking  You steal what you don't have  More of the character of stealing  Let the exceptions live in their world  The infidel steals what it has  Even what they've abundantly  But the after taste is unforgeting  It exposes the vanity of everything  Why did I do this? But the regrets are so temporary  The power of repeat is so high  It purges the conscience of mores  This goes on till the mind dies  What's good in the act that kills the mind Won't we rather have our minds? I've kept this question like forever  But the answer has played absence  The infidel lives in a world  A world infested by their kind The kind bereft of mind Minds dead from repeats Repeated purgation of regrets  Repeated acts that bury regrets  Consciences deprived of morals The graveyards of minds Minds murdered by immorality  Immorality fed by...

Nevermind, I'm dead to reason I dared to think a moment and more A thousand more times did I try I couldn't find why the white hates They hate the blackman so deeply  Not anything good can come  From the whites about the blackman  They degrade us at all times They hunt us down like games Treat us like animals or less Imagine the ills of colonialism  The beastly mien of slave trade Those chains worn for years The pains from piercing the body The marks bored across bodies  While we taught them, they're vile With minds fixed at harming us When we wish them well, they plan Plans to unalive and take us out The white man hates me so deeply  Their stories about our land are gory Tellers who never visited our land Authorities in our history and life Their thoughts of us wrend the heart We mean just nothing or far less We don't exist except for their horrors  The white man hates us so much  It's now shaping me and more of us I'll live as their enemy foreve...