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João Ninguém

Ser santo e objetificado, Por todos serão julgados Pobres são os injustiçados, Detém o poder do nada, acreditam num sociopata. Não venha com essa de fomos nós que criamos a ideologia de raça, Somos julgados, tendo todos os dias de nossas vidas como um injustiçado pagando erro dos outros, vivendo de colocar a mão no fogo, é cortar as mãos como justiça, WM 02.08.18

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