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Blood Ties

BLOOD TIES O Brother mine, aeons, we bathe in fiery pits; epochs, you quench your thirst, from my wells of wisdom… Broken by the mallet of Creation, away you went. Then came you. Likewise, your seed… Centuries you’ve suck me dry. Your nests glitter with my blood, atop my remains, your rivers flow. My seed dammed to the Throne… Bronze shackles, you gave! As cousin Arabia fuels your rage, Rage, rage, rage… As for in time you’ll kneel. And forgive I shall, for your sins are mine. O Brother mine. Timeless clocks, bring us together. As in fiery pits, we bathe. Our Seeds will bear fruit, Love and Peace… As to dust we wither.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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