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Rope nigger
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I DIDNT ASK TO FIGHT IN A FOREIGN WAR AT THE AGE OF 14, TO LEAVE MY PARENTS AND WENT HALF WAY AROUND THE WORLD TO BE ABUSED BY RACIST LOOKIST CUMSKIN DOGS EVERY SINGLE DAY
I DIDNT ASK TO HAVE DIVORCED PARENTS
I DIDNT ASK TO BE AN ILLEGAL GOOK RAT WITHOUT CITIZENSHIP
I DIDNT ASK FOR MY COUNTRY TO BE DESTROYED BY SOULLESS CUMSKINS
I DIDNT ASK FOR MY PEOPLE TO BE SLAUGHTERED BY SOULLESS CUMSKINS
To fight alone against water sea, earth and fire, by my mere bare hands, full of despair and sorrow of a past that is long gone, over a shadow that is pure mirage, over a life that is pure damnation.
What am i? What i ever was ? What i became? What will i become ? Does it matter if the end is brutal annihilation with the livings that will, too, suffer from the same fate? Or is it a mere matter of making me suffer in my inner essence more deeply?
Oh Ho Chi Minh, Creator of the Heavens and the Earths, spare me or enlighten me, or strenghten me. Or just make me feel alive. I’m a tormented walking corpse deeply implemented in this weird thing that they call « life ». Is that a « life »? Here is my SOS. I need something that’s for sure and i need something to disappear, my deep rooted sadness. Do i deserve it? I hope to learn it soon enough before the angel of death finds some talent in me and decides to enroll me in his path.
I DIDNT ASK TO HAVE DIVORCED PARENTS
I DIDNT ASK TO BE AN ILLEGAL GOOK RAT WITHOUT CITIZENSHIP
I DIDNT ASK FOR MY COUNTRY TO BE DESTROYED BY SOULLESS CUMSKINS
I DIDNT ASK FOR MY PEOPLE TO BE SLAUGHTERED BY SOULLESS CUMSKINS
To fight alone against water sea, earth and fire, by my mere bare hands, full of despair and sorrow of a past that is long gone, over a shadow that is pure mirage, over a life that is pure damnation.
What am i? What i ever was ? What i became? What will i become ? Does it matter if the end is brutal annihilation with the livings that will, too, suffer from the same fate? Or is it a mere matter of making me suffer in my inner essence more deeply?
Oh Ho Chi Minh, Creator of the Heavens and the Earths, spare me or enlighten me, or strenghten me. Or just make me feel alive. I’m a tormented walking corpse deeply implemented in this weird thing that they call « life ». Is that a « life »? Here is my SOS. I need something that’s for sure and i need something to disappear, my deep rooted sadness. Do i deserve it? I hope to learn it soon enough before the angel of death finds some talent in me and decides to enroll me in his path.
