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The Journey Back  is an interesting one miles of walking on  tired, callused, bloodied feet. treading back over  that eroded ground.   
Haiti, Haiti, Haiti, the Land of Martyrs Haiti, Haiti, the Land of Great SlavesHaiti, Haiti, the Land of Ancient BravesThe Oasis that the evil monsters want to betray.
Alisha, how are you? Did you cross under the rainbow? What the Afghan storytellers tell thier children, So they can become who they want to be.. Thought about writing a song for you,
his blood cries out this the offering of Abel by faith he fell by his brother he was slain   God had reguard and delighted in Abel through righteous blood, salvation gains
I, the student, seized on a night of cold, Booked and found guilty, for reasons unknown. Immediately, my freedom was sold, Despite my friends' pleas, I was all alone.   Later, while I was brutally tested,
What if the harmony of saints and sinners / Broke in moments o’er passing of bread? / Temporal and shallow, this generation envisage / Martyrdom, not white but red /
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