Blood-Spattered Zandalari Journal
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I tell them others the loa don't speak to me, but I see them all over, I hear them talk about me, I hear them tell me to give up. They hungry for flesh, them loa. They hungry for hate. They give up on me. I learn fast I better take what I want because no spirit going to give me nothing.
I tell the elders I want put in the ring, they tell me I crazy, going to get killed. Tell me to take the rock test. Lift them heavy stones over my head, show my back is strong, get a job pushing plow living on dirt. Them elders don't see the real me. But I see the spirits, all around their heads, even the ones they don't see. Them spirits see right through me. Hate me. Gotta prove them wrong.
I tell the elders I want put in the ring, they tell me I crazy, going to get killed. Tell me to take the rock test. Lift them heavy stones over my head, show my back is strong, get a job pushing plow living on dirt. Them elders don't see the real me. But I see the spirits, all around their heads, even the ones they don't see. Them spirits see right through me. Hate me. Gotta prove them wrong.