A couple from the past:
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my hands held the whip
that scared my back
my heart held the courage
or that which i lacked
my feet did the walking
over the rocky worn path
my soul felt the agony
of my almighty God's wrath
the rain came and fell
washing the blood from my hands
emancipation was spread
all over the land
freedom at last
freedom for me
freedom only exists
as freedom for the free.
House Broken
freedom lies in escape
from tourture and tourment
of life before death
chains and shackles keep movement still
scaring the skin with rust and strain
eating away at the heart
the shackles break
the chains fall
and freedom becomes inherent
in the slavery.
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