Mixed vessel injected into a blood-pool caused by past havoc, shackled and shoved into confined spaces infused the PTSD with crystals and white pills, recipe to genocide like drinking the water that Vouter Basson spite.
World wonder mountains and blue water surround us, clustered in the center of turf war similar to scenes of Aghan and Iraq innocent caught by stray bullets in broad daylight
Cut the historic picture of our tribe, so we were forced to follow blood trails that lead us to gruesome slave rapes, the story of an outcast patched and plastered wrote our end as the bastards
Elders had to remove the blinds from our eyes unveiling untold truths, for once we cycle good to the youth, resolution to paint the canvas vividly now with prideful past block the stones of misinformation you casted