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The Curse Of Cain
Death twisted history,
guilts conferee
the liar unmasked
revenge by decree
His legions unfurling,
their flag through the smoke
the volunteers hailing,
preserving the hope
With dark days upon them,
no fear to be found
the women, the children,
in place underground
Around every corner,
behind every door
their liberty sacred,
today-evermore
(Warsaw: March, 2022)
guilts conferee
the liar unmasked
revenge by decree
His legions unfurling,
their flag through the smoke
the volunteers hailing,
preserving the hope
With dark days upon them,
no fear to be found
the women, the children,
in place underground
Around every corner,
behind every door
their liberty sacred,
today-evermore
(Warsaw: March, 2022)
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The Curse Of Cain
The Curse Of Cain
