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An Ode To The Mask I Wore, By Kabbo Ferdinand

if ever there was a time in his/tory for god to arrive i beg, i grovel, i cry surely it must be now   i implore you, please! tell me her/story, i think to myself, that of the liberated being; not yet known   ye all gods, know ye not? a thought lives in my heart, in wonderment i look on at our state, wombman;me & U?   a voice