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Harry


A soul-less tragedy of man:
servants whose shoulders substructured his stand,
whose blood-stained strides infused the sand,
razed arid by a matricidal hand.

A modish loathsome irony:
claims to abhor the scourge of slavery,
yet enslaves his own ancestry,
corrupts all in reckless hypocrisy.

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2 Corinthians 3:17 [NLT]

For the Lord is the Spirit, and
wherever the Spirit of the Lord is,
there is freedom.







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