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A lineage of ruin


Through the field they press
Wild and fierce the battle still
Were hundred of my kinsmen fall
On machete red with our blood


The brotherhood left us behind
outstretched at length on the earth
Limbs and knees lost to the onslaught
Counting stars for saviors sign


A long lineage of ruins yet
The masses promotes the terrible things
The assassins method
By blood ebbs in easy death


And that which comes homes to us
Is merely the living dead
Tattered bodies bones and skeleton
To make the maniac true

Written by Omosun Nurudeen Sylvester

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