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0 sats \ 0 replies \ @johnwhyte OP 30 May \ on: BITCOIN POETRY PROJECT bitcoin
Whispers of sin from generations past,
Echo through bloodlines, shadows cast.
I burn in hell, where evil’s seed,
From centuries ago fulfills its deed.
Jamaican nights, the police’s cruel hand, U.S. betrayal, abuse on this land,
PTSD chains me, a prisoner’s stand.