I am the epitome of hated in a world depraved, they demand my silence, such a privilege to be enslaved. They compel me to renounce my kith and kin, to curse the blood flowing through my veins, and hate the color of my skin. Cast your stones and never stop demanding, driven to madness that I'm still standing. Tell me that my genocide is something to rejoice, tell me it's the current year and I don't have a voice. I'm immune to your fallacies and your leftist fable, my spirit rejects you, my will is unbreakable(!!!)


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