These are the debit souls
Force fed notions of nation and bearing rags of sovereigns yet to fall
They play servant to lines in the sand
They are the shrapnel embedded in the womb of history and of all time to come
Of history and of all time to come
Womb of history and of all time to come, bearing rags of sovereigns yet to fall, they play servant to lines in the sand, they are the shrapnel embedded in the womb of history and of all time to come
Of history and of all time to come
Wartorn is the unborn
The undead martyr
The life long crucifixion
Crucifixion
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