Broken Race:
Fall face to the grace of a superior race
Torn assunder, mine to plunder
Seasons wept of her disgrace
Fly to the high of a broken mind
Watch the treason of the mass unwind
Make your fall from the broken wall
All for one, but none for all
Each for a season, none to reason
Bask in the vast amass of treason
Feed and sodder
Wind and wander
Brings to the knees, but the wind still calls her
Wind words and whispers of the earth's disaster
Possession and aggression of the gods won't bind her
Lay waste for the sake of a broken race
Is much too much for the mind to face
Hear my call my broken angels all
The earth is not too far to fall
Taste my words, hear my cry
Dance to the rhythm of my lullaby
When the sun lies to rest above a swollen chest
And the dancer is torn free from a broken crest
The bold will fall to the dark one's call
And all will lay to rest.
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Keisha Manuel
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