The ego of
A warrior on duty
That has seized to
Back on the instructions
Of the assigned director.
The resultant of
Your brutal strike
Remains a tremendous
History to the
Concerned creatures.
Going by your records,
Your forefathers must
Have directed the crowded
Occupants of their time
To uncounted six feet.
Your origin still
A mysterious point
To the crowded occupants
Of our time;
Your life-span yet
To be determined
By the wholesome races.
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