It was about the time
The lovely sun- Archeress chooses to strip nude:
May be to seduce, may be to change dress as she girds for battle,
Betraying the bright splendor of her divine whole
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In the stenches where the forlorn dwell
With their tribulations by their side
He had gone to be with them
And speak to them
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Once upon a time my child:
There lived on this continent, men.
With hearts of Oak and bowels of Iron
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For how long shall that kingdom blare out its moans
To the scarthing energies of your fury
To the waxed ears of you raping man?
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Kinsmen, Kinsmen, Kinsmen
Is it not only the man with no relatives who stays back when the Great Kangabaijje drum is sounded?
Wherever you are assemble here for I have a story to tell..
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