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A cheating heart
that blinds a man to sin seeing the marble statue tall and slim to sell her soul hidden within the purple robe. Her body bruised and torn his hands fondling her there within her mind a dollar for her fate her family starving, hiding in the reeds there to catch a fish near the city by the sea sharing it with broken bread hidden away in the churchyard. Their spying eyes to escape chained together in a row with those who cry no salvation here for the slaves. Where to now and bow in prayer the memory of it all his sacrifice on the hill blood and wine to save us, released from oppression no need to bare the body afraid before the Savior our God to guide us a slave not for sale. The false democracy born in man to be white his slaves hidden in ships dark the nights to cry alone why a reason to be born at all, working from dawn to dusk the pay a kick in the butt the slave another race trying to be white a cheating heart.
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