Preservation

When the course is just,
A war is a must,
It is fought with trust
Amongst us.

The war within one’s self is most destructive,
Vindictive, implosive,
And ironically, most explosive.

Wars are fought for generations solders will never even see,
For a greater course, a place in history,
For preservation.

Self-preservation,
Saving your own skin
By denying your own skin,
Your people, your destiny, your roots,
Even your own survival,
Solders that march with helmets and boots
March for your skin,
As they get skinned alive,
How do you live in your own skin?

Freedom, is only freedom when it is really free.
No man can truly be free when his brothers are really not free.

Freedom, is only freedom when it is really free,
Really free, really free,
Internally, externally, eternally, reflecting, freely,
The shining glimpse of hope,
Unity, liberation.

Preservation, real preservation,
One man’s preservation is really no preservation,
As his soul is chained,
Enslaved by guilt.

Preservation, skin preservation, race preservation,
Embraces your skin,
Your people, your destiny, your roots,
A nation’s survival,
Solders that march with helmets and boots,
March for one skin,
And as they get skinned alive,
The preserved ones live through their skins.

Preservation, real preservation.

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