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Our leader nested in a cage. Error evoked from their brain, thinking its time for a new page. A new page of dominance, as to confiscate the minds of my peoples past. Nevertheless, we will never be the last.
– Where is the Justice? My feet matches on oil, But lives in a world full of self-doubts and loss, Yet in the faces of challenges, I strive to live on, because in victory tells the story.
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