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Anger without censor

Fuck Dixon and Griffin
Their brotherhood with Wilson

Fuck Their Nation
A
Birth of solemn
Strange Fruit

I wail and weep at their
White deserts of morals
I curse and spit at these
White deserts of morals
I bleed their hatred onto
White deserts of morals

I hate
I hate beyond torment and rage
Hate without screaming rape
Hate that burns without flame
A hate that is silent and unquenchable

Fuck Dixon - his white cloaks
Fuck Griffin - his white Black face
Fuck Wilson - his white Freedom
Fuck Their Hate and their white oaths

I ignite the crosses they bare
Murder their white Christ
Suffocate their Birth
A child without innocence
Smothered with impunity...

I see you in me but
Fuck relativism - I hate

I see you in me so
Fuck you - I forget
This Hatred

I see you in me
This Hatred you bred
With your Birth

you die - it dies
This hatred - gone
Forgotten - not remembered

Thoughtless winds blow your
white deserts or morals
Into the desolate white
Never know - Never uttered

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