A.n.i.m.a.l.
guerra de razas
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The whip cuts freedom
the hand that whips a being
acts without thinking.
An alien and own punishment at the same time, luck is so cold
that the weak face.
Race war.
Slave blood dries on the
soil. We look from the outside, we ignore the stage, we judge the skin, taking the bait. Seas of racism bring incomprehension to my mind. Race War, br/>slave blood dries on the
soil.
They manifest violence and aggression
they spit hatred without remorse
seas of racism bring...