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The Stolen And Their Tales

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When men and madness stalks the night, from fear your mind gives no respite
No white man's God to hear your pleas, his gnats and buzzards steal your screams

When kin and blood to treason turn, the bridges man built start to burn
No loving God will save with grace, for his creation turned a waste.

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The Stolen And Their Tales is an Afrocentric folk and gothic horror anthology. Many references in this work belong to both West African and African American oral traditions, with the author's own creative twists. Some tales are completely original, while others are fateful recounting of older tales

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