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Sep 2020
Our land is rich in tears
cried from sorrow filled eyes
Our land is saturated in deep red blood
spilled for human lies
and battle cries
not worth the lies
Our land is sinking deeper
and deeper
into the abyss
Seduced and hypnotised
by the serpent’s gentle kiss
Written by
Frances Raeburn  F/London
(F/London)   
33
   --- and Clouds and purple
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