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In the flight of the pitch-black raven, Raca the blockhead, like always, was excessively brave. With the slave now boss, civilisation is chafed away, to nothing. So, in the last paragraph, who will console the one-world-order in their failure? Yes, when they realise that they have invested and risked too much, in the wrong party.     

In the flight of the pitch-black raven, the Mason, in his greedy pinch and pair, wanted to please Raca the blockhead, in everything. He made him his boss. Behold, he spoke and said: I, Caucasian, I am now your servant, your humble, obedient slave. I give you free land and I give you my farm.

This, while I also place my pure daughter into your polluted kraal. I also give you my culture and identity to please you further. While you can also make a mess of my intellectual property at will. In the haughtiness-flight of the pitch-black raven. There, the white Westerner now sails flat on his stomach, obediently, through his own doing.