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I remember what my pops told me...

Born in Graceland,
headed to the Promised Land...

Across
the generations:

Hand

&

Hand.

Through enslavement
to
command,

taking a stand as it demands, hoping
that the golden torches

will
continue to light

the dark path
on the

dark night.
Written by Cipher_O (WarlordoftheWrittenWord)
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