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Nothing GreaterNothing is great in human life than a young and proud woman's affirmation.
The heaven morons can only thirst for and the noble sacrifice for.
If JewsIf Indian race groups derived from original sanskrit speaking tribes are Jews..
what proves the point that our languages and phenotypes are the most similar? Europe and Sanskrit?
I dont desire moreI dont expect someone to help me..financially or anyway..
I try to prove my point all ways..
Not a Super Perfect MonsterI am listening now
the sunchronous sound with the song was very heart breaking...but heart is beating...
she looks like daughter of white mother...and we all borne from caucasoids will stand always for Caucasians..
Jews decided to take revenge.....not take lesson from the past, they shall pay back...
Jews, arabids, semites Chinese, dravidians all will go down their tubes...
We caucasoids can only find resemblance to whites and Caucasians...its not because of colonial slavery...its because our hearts really do beat.....
we feel and cry...we laugh and merry....we are not super perfect monsters...we win and Jubiliate...
Second Nativewhite means normal...
the only other similar if ever is proto-Europids or Indo-cauucasoids...
African, Mongol are the rest are their other kind...they never can understand us, nor shall we ever heed them, they are not invited to a caucasoid group....and we can see where they lead to.
Bashfull SanityI owe her her lost courage...
I owe the evil my sanity and her shame...
a girl and boy shall win over this strife..
for the cherished friendship they shared.
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
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