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Apr 2013
...They bled and tasted
blood
Their own and of their
brothers and everybody else who
have called this land
home
They wept on their knees
for the ground has turned red
and the skies bore a hole that
will never forget the
afternoon when
the robed monkeys came
Screaming, preaching
they uttered words... strange words
Divine, it's what they said but
filled their bellies with
flesh and grains and gold and
souls
Sentiments have gone
a long time ago, not forgotten
For tomorrows never brought the yesterdays  
nor their brothers, their lands, their
homes
But the sun, in each rising
only gave mornings of
mournings...
Mek
03.30.13

*A sequel of some sort...
Mek and the Infinite Madness
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