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The Devil Be In Our Ignorance
The Devil Be In Our Ignorance
We balk at the treatment of children,
When shouts upon the Dark Continent label
Them as witches,
Yet,
Here in Europe,
Here among the Christians who
Claim the higher ground,
The copper coloured top
Upon a babe, can signal superstitious ways,
Some will shout a blasphemy,
Some will clearly move away,
Some ...
Monday 24th November 2014 3:03 am
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