Tough this place cries blood,
And drinks the tears of the rejected,
And screams with ignorance,
The ten commandments of heaven
And turns them into hatred and manly desires,
I love my soil,
I love the humble ideas of the vague
And the black marks in their skin
And their preaching,
Which motivates me to keep living
In this godforsaken place.
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