Burning crosses on a nigger's lawn. Burning dollars, what's a house without a home?. Dance in your white sheet glory. Dance in your passion. . Talk about sugar on the six fingered beast.
The ceremony cradles my head in trace. I brush dust from my teeth. Fleeing hands and spiders. Plead for salvation. They wash the clawed of a priest. Ritual mockery rectified doubt.
free at last. finally tasting happiness. five years of hell for nothing. trapped inside the minds of failures. . i wise man once said. that which does not kill us makes us stronger.