Black is no race

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The road I take

Is the road I face

Dark, cold and soulless

A Prisoner with bars of broken fest

My journey through life is dark

Even the trees agree with forming arks

An intruding light at the end

Brings in false tales to refuse my bends

This dark road of life is a thorn

Pricking on me to keep me from harm

Beheld on my on me to keep me from harm

Now broken to allow in charm

I walk through the cold

Hopeless in shades to embrace

What life has broken at the end

I walk this road soulless

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