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We gave History its book

To let lust be a thief 

But our choices became his robbery

Where our decision became racists to own faults

Where the dead 

Is mistaking just for sight seeing

Viewing A conversation 

Is just Video without talk

but what believe 

Our own belief call us a Lie

Because what we can't see 

Is more realer then what we can see

So we tattoos our self  for better look

When the body doesn't need a make over

But your ways does

Who told you

You were just a wish looking for hope

When everyday is a season

How old is Love ?, When it never age`s

To tell you , who is the oldest

Time the Past or Eternity

By Fredrick Lee Pennix Aka Praiser the Show-Off 

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