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He had nothing to lose.
He was black. It’s his fate.
There is rope of the noose.
It drops down never late.
Rope is breaking his throat.
But he smiles through the cough.
He forever leaves load
To the people which laugh.
He went up to the skies,
And all clouds turned black.
From nowhere his God cries.
Feel His tears on your neck!
See His eyes through the noose,
That has got childish fate!
“You had nothing to lose” -
God told him at The Gate...
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