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Can You see them,
lurking about,
Their glowing eyes,
Aee even liars.
Pretending a soul lies behind them.
Stole property,
Covering up for it properly,
Then a race card thrown,
As the liar knows its run out of cards to play.
So it grabs at good old faithul,-
"I wont be spoken to by a white person like that!"
Said to a white person,
Now is that not racism right there -caught in its tracks.
Liars in the mist,
With eyes that lie too.
Beware the liars in the mist,
They love to throw lies and lying cards when you see through them
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